Squalls out on the gulf stream   Big storm's comin' soon   I passed out in my hammock   And God I slept till way past noon      Stood up and tried to focus   I hoped I wouldn't have to look far   I knew I could use a bloody Mary   So I stumbled next door to the bar      And now I must confess, I could use some rest   I can't run at this pace very long   Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain   But it cleans me out and then I can go on      There's somethin' about this Sunday   It's a most peculiar gray   Strollin' down the avenue   That's known as A1A      Feelin' tired, then I got inspired   I knew that it wouldn't last long   So all alone I walked back home   Sat on my beach and then I made up this song      And now I must confess, I could use some rest   I can't run at this pace very long   Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain   But then it cleans me out and then I can go on      Well, the wind is blowin' harder now   Fifty knots or thereabouts   There's white caps on the ocean   And I'm watchin' for waterspouts      It's time to close the shutters   It's time to go inside   In a week I'll be in gay Paris   That's a mighty long airplane ride      And now I must confess, I could use some rest   I can't run at this pace very long   Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain   But it cleans me out and then I can go on   Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on