"Everybody's Got A Cousin In Miami" lyrics
Hey Jimmy, you know anybody in Miami that can get me a passport real quick? Oh yeah, yeah man. I've got a cousin up there. He knows everything about everything. Let's see if I've got his number here somewhere, yeah. No, he works out of a payphone, oh yeah, I've got it here. Okay. Today's international investor, whatever that is. Yeah, everybody's got a cousin in Miami. Here we go
It was was ninety miles to freedom, but they took the risk
Though ocean was all motion and the wind was brisk
The deadly gunboats never saw them in the pale moonlight
They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawn's early light
The gringo in the garden called the custom's man
They answered all his questions, were allowed to land
The ladies shared a hairbrush and their husbands had a Coke
And they were taken up to Krome to meet with their kinfolk
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat that turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
In a third world jungle, not so far away
Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play
He's the brother of the lizard and the flying fish
But he's enchanted by the pictures from the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bag, knots his red necktie
Sends him north to her relations with a kiss goodbye
He's bewildered by the plane ride and the immigration line
Until he sees his Christian name upon a cardboard sign
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody is an aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat, it turns your clothing clammy
Everybody want to win that lottery
And the winning numbers are 7, 6, 5, 3, 7, 9
Uh, close, so close
History lesson, history lesson
It's hard to believe this city started as a trading post
Home to the Seminole, pirate, and pioneer
Between the river of grass and the old Mosquito Coast
Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier
I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
It brought me life, it brought me love I never have outgrown
Brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore
And one too many mornings in the Grove drugstore
In one way or the other, we're all refugees
Livin' out this easy life below the banyan trees
Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
We've got a style, we've got a look, we've got that old panache
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat, it turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
I do, I do
Let's take it down boys
Down south to those little latitudes
Ya ya, ya ya
Thank you, Robert
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody is an aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat, it turns your clothing clammy
Under the stars, in the bars down by the sea
Oh me now
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody has to have that impromptu
What are we doing now?
Dancing in the heat to the beat
It turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
I do. I do. I had this dream the other day. I was down on the Equator. I didn't know whether I was up or down. I couldn't tell the difference. It was hot and we were rockin'. And the Coral Reefers gathered around me and they said, "We want a raise or we're going to quit."
And that's when I woke up. So play, boys, play
It was was ninety miles to freedom, but they took the risk
Though ocean was all motion and the wind was brisk
The deadly gunboats never saw them in the pale moonlight
They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawn's early light
The gringo in the garden called the custom's man
They answered all his questions, were allowed to land
The ladies shared a hairbrush and their husbands had a Coke
And they were taken up to Krome to meet with their kinfolk
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat that turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
In a third world jungle, not so far away
Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play
He's the brother of the lizard and the flying fish
But he's enchanted by the pictures from the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bag, knots his red necktie
Sends him north to her relations with a kiss goodbye
He's bewildered by the plane ride and the immigration line
Until he sees his Christian name upon a cardboard sign
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody is an aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat, it turns your clothing clammy
Everybody want to win that lottery
And the winning numbers are 7, 6, 5, 3, 7, 9
Uh, close, so close
History lesson, history lesson
It's hard to believe this city started as a trading post
Home to the Seminole, pirate, and pioneer
Between the river of grass and the old Mosquito Coast
Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier
I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
It brought me life, it brought me love I never have outgrown
Brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore
And one too many mornings in the Grove drugstore
In one way or the other, we're all refugees
Livin' out this easy life below the banyan trees
Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
We've got a style, we've got a look, we've got that old panache
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat, it turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
I do, I do
Let's take it down boys
Down south to those little latitudes
Ya ya, ya ya
Thank you, Robert
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody is an aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat, it turns your clothing clammy
Under the stars, in the bars down by the sea
Oh me now
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody has to have that impromptu
What are we doing now?
Dancing in the heat to the beat
It turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
I do. I do. I had this dream the other day. I was down on the Equator. I didn't know whether I was up or down. I couldn't tell the difference. It was hot and we were rockin'. And the Coral Reefers gathered around me and they said, "We want a raise or we're going to quit."
And that's when I woke up. So play, boys, play
Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Michael Tschudin
