Quietly making noise   By: jimmy buffett, michael tschudin   1993   Oscar wilde died in bed   Several floors above my head   Living well beyond his means   In that crazy paris scene   Rain falls down in sheets so clear   And no one ever calls me hear   Travelin' by myself these days   I'm into jazz and felt berets   Far from that old eastern shore   Searchin' for strange metaphors      I don't want to be another victim of fashion   No I don't want to see my name in the paper each day   Hey you can leave that to the young turks   They're handsome and dashing   Posing for paparazzi's down laguna way      Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply   Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels   Subterranean lullaby   Met an african prancer, a hemisphere dancer   Spied the ghost of brassens   We smiled at the secret we shared   And I hid it like contraband      Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)   Starts with kindergarten toys   Not too soft, not too loud   Just enough to draw a crowd   Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise      Followed the beat   Hey I found myself in this patois spot   Outside a blizzard was blowin'   But inside the joint was hot   Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs   The words flew right by my face   You know rhythm and motion's a blamma jamma potion   You cannot erase      Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)   Pissin' off the old kill-joys   Glasspacks on an hot mustang   A telecaster with a twang   Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise   Yes      Singers and writers and poets   Have flocked here for centuries   The city of light is built upon mountains of memories   Baritone saxophones, monotones   Speak with a voice I've heard before   It's a lasting impression   A gypsy expression you cannot ignore      We're quietly making noise (quietly making noise)   Starts with kindergarten toys   Not too soft, not too loud   Just enough to draw a crowd   Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise      Yeah, we're quietly making noise (quietly making noise)   Pissin' off the old kill-joys   Not too soft, not too loud   Just enough to draw a crowd   We're quietly, quietly, quietly   Quietly, quietly, quietly   Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise   That's right, ooh yeah   A whole lot of beautiful noise      --spoken:   "oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys.   Everybody's a drummer tonight. all right. let it ring now, let   It ring."