Jimmy Buffett - Trouble On The Horizon Lyrics
By: jimmy buffettSpoken intro with music playing:This is a song that started a long time ago. back when thereWas just the water world. there was this strange looking fishThat moved along the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.He knew he was different because he could sense there wasSomething else in his nature. he swam in circles for millionsOf years and one day he decided it was time to go up. heWas soon in the world of light where he remained a long timeUntil his eyes allowed him to see color. the world was noLonger a dark place and he moved further up into the lightAnd one day before he knew it he was no longer in the waterWorld. his head was above the surface and he felt his gillsTurn into lungs and he said ah shit! Im an amphibian!Then he slowly swam towards the shallow waters andMarshes of the shore and one day he felt the groundBeneath his feet. there he gathered his wits, checkedHis balance, and stood erect. and thats when theTrouble began!Well the birds disappeared and the sky began to turn purple,>from the skeleton coast to the land of violins.Sailors prayed to the patron saint of lightening,Please st. barbara, save our miserable skins.They say that God takes care of drunks and fools and children,That leaves the rest of us rummaging for alibis.But friends theres trouble, trouble on the horizon,And it wears an inconspicuous disguise.You never see it coming,You never have a clue,But theres trouble on the horizon,Bubbling like a roux.You have to taste the weather,Youve got to touch the storm.There is trouble on the horizon,Waiting to perform.You gave us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,And watch what happens,Then add a little nuclear fusion and some gasoline.We got trouble, trouble right here in river city,Every days becoming halloween.We never see it coming,We never have a clue,But theres trouble on the horizon,Waiting for the barbecue.You have to taste the weather,Youve got to touch the storm.There is trouble on the horizon,Waiting to perform.Ive seen a spaceship built by howard hughes,Ive been a witness to some strange taboos.Ive seen a storm from deep inside the eyeOf hurricane dont lie.Hurricanes dont lie.In the hour of desperation,Youll cry like a baby.When it comes right down to merely molecules.Hell, you can pray to jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,But in the hour of desperation are the fools.I hope that all the greedy bastards in the worldCome back as lobsters.You know that life at the bottom of the food chainSuits them well.I think that all of the evil people of the worldCome back as horseflies,They want one last bite before theyre sent to hell.You better know its coming,Youve got to have a clue,There is trouble on the horizon,Bubbling like a roux.You have to taste the weather,Youve got to touch the storm.To keep trouble on the horizon,You got to stay informed.Trouble out there, aint going no where,Trouble on the horizon,Trouble out there, aint going no where,You got to trouble on the horizon,Trouble out there,Trouble out there,I see bad moon arising.
