Whoa, lookin' back at my background   Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here   Some things are still a mystery to me   While others are much too clear      I'm just livin' in the sunshine   Stay contented most of the time   Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker and Willis   Sing me their Texas rhymes      Most of the people who retire in Florida   Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch   And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys   I hate those bastards so much      I wish a summer squall would blow them all   The way up to fantasy land   Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here   They looked a lot better as beer cans      Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me   Why some people live like they do   So many nice things happenin' out there   They never even seen the clues      Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme   I know we been doin' our part   Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control   And some Texas hidden here in my heart      Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine   If I hadn't learned how to sing   And on top of all that I got married too early   'Cost me much more than a ring      But now those crazy days are over   Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done   I came off the rebound, started lookin' around   Figured out it's time to have a little fun      Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me   Why some people live like they do   So many nice things happenin' out there   They never even seen the clues      Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme   I know we been doin' our part   Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control   And some Texas hidden here in my heart      Well, now if I ever live to be an old man   I'm gonna sail down to Martinique   I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit   And an African parakeet      And then I'll sit him on my shoulder   And open up my trusty old mind   I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss   And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine      Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me   Why some people live like they do   So many nice things happenin' out there   They never even seen the clues      Yeah, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme   I know we been doin' our part   Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control   And some Texas hidden here in my heart      Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control   And some Texas hidden here in my heart