By jimmy buffett, 1997   Sanders   Mr paperman, go home. listen to me. pretend you had a nightmare, and woke up. this island is a hoodoo, there's death in it, and this is just the beginning. give it up. whatever you've invested,   T it and go back to new york. go home.      Norman   I felt the ground shake   I'm out of water   Critical picture   But things ain't that bad      We could be living   In communist china   Wearing pajamas   And shouting comrade      I'll fix the gull reef   It will be my salvation   We're only talking   A few renovations   Goodbye to public relations   It ain't what I do      Goodbye forever to public relations   Public relations no longer my fate   This is my life and this is my island   Starting life over is never to (sic) late      [speaks, to sheila]   Get hippolyte!