Conky Tonkin'
Jimmy Buffett Feat. Clint Black
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Bella was bored to death with South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood, lunching on vegan food
She was tired of just soaking up rays
Then she saw him pull up to the stoplight
In an old ragtop that she couldn't name
He said, "Hop inside, I'm heading south, take a ride
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame"
US 1, heading down US 1
Lenny said, "How 'bout lunch in Key Largo?
There's a fish sandwich place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks, but we can be back by six
And never leave our area code"
Well, geography wasn't her strong point
She'd never been past the Dadeland Mall
So they stopped on the way, Lenny was happy to pay
For her new thong and purple beach ball
They're going conky-talking
Cruising on a weekend buzz
Really conky-talking
Doing it just because
Having too much fun to turn back
They're explorers in a hot rod Ford
They counted seabirds and cars, stopped at all the cool bars
Harmonically they struck a chord
Stop! What was that?
Somewhere in the middle of the Seven Mile Bridge
He said, "Bella, do you wanna see the rest?"
She said, "I haven't a care, Lenny, just take me there"
And they drove all the way to Key West
Well, she'd never seen anything like it
In all of her twenty-six years
Bella was feeling the groove, Lenny was making his move
They were quite a pair of pioneers
They're going conky-talking
Cruising down US 1
They'll be conky-talking
Trying to catch up with the sun
They're conky-talking
The engine is about to explode
Going conky-talking
Hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road
End of the road, what do we do then?
Rev it up and jump that buggy to Havana
We're going conky-talking