The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

By: jimmy buffett 1980 This song is for billy clyde tuggel. I hope you make it to tahiti one day. -- spoken: "play ball!! (one, two, three, four)" "where's my per diem? (ladies and gentlemen, the carl reiner band)" "hey bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car? " "jimmy, jimmy, can I open the show in atlanta please? " "warning! don't ever start a band!" He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone But his old lady's into modelin', she can't get away from a phone Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes She says, "down there there is nothing to do" Her goddamn phone never stops ringin' He'll try the service in a day maybe two Well he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground Makin' points with the stewardess high over long island sound She's also spending some time on the island Too much city madness gives her the blues They make a date to go dancin' and dinin' It seems neither has that much to lose Chorus: The weather is here I wish you were beautiful My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful Hell nobody's perfect would you like to play? I feel together today Well now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe His lawyers are calling his parents His girlfriend doesn't know what to think His partners are studying their options He's just singin' and orderin' drinks Chorus: The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear life's so easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful No place like home when you're this far away I don't care what they say (I don't care) He's goin' back to new york pack it up and let everyone know It was something that he should have done such a long time ago Still time to start a new life in the palm trees Ah, billy clyde wasn't insane And if it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt That the pleasure was worth all the pain Chorus: The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear life's so easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful No place like home when you're this far away Time for to play I need time for to play Time for to play I need time for to play I need time for to play I need time for to play I need time for to play I need time for to play I need time for to play - notes: Billy clyde tuggel was a character in the soap opera "all my children". (see album dedication)