[transcribed by chris w]   School boy heart   By: jimmy buffett & matt betton   1996   I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye   Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly   I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes   That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose      I suppose   The need to focus never arose   So something like a swiss army knife   That's my life   Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine   The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me   Breaking free, breaking free      Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye   Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly   I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style   Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style      I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck   With all hands spread all over the deck   What the heck   Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind   Began to pick up what he could find   Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice      Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye   A sailor's legs and a license to fly   I got a native tongue from way down south   It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth      I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye   Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly   I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes   That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose      [in case there's any interest, right before banana wind, jimmy sez   "meetcha at the end meetcha at the end".]