Buffett Bits

Walking on the beach in St. Maarten and there it was. I could totally see where Mr. Jimmy, king of Island cool, got the lyric.

So Awesome.

I personally just barely missed stepping on a pop top while walking in flip-flops.

Tourists covered in oil, booze in the blender, smell of the shrimp, all of it. The song wrote itself. He just found a lounger in the shade and people watched for an afternoon.