Bella was bored to death at South Beach,
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood, lunchin' on vegan food
She was tired of just soakin' 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 headin' south, take a ride,
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame."
U.S. 1, headin' down U.S. 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,
Never leave our area code."
Well, geography wasn't her strongpoint-
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 goin' conky tonkin', cruisin' on a weekend buzz,
Really conky tonkin', doin' it just because
Havin' too much fun to turn back
They're explorers in a hotrod 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 feelin' the groove, Lenny was makin' his move-
They were quite a pair of pioneers.
They're goin' conky tonkin', cruisin' down U.S. 1
They'll be conky tonkin', tryin' to catch up with the sun
They're goin' conky tonkin', the engine is about to explode
Goin' conky tonkin', 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 goin' conky tonkin'.
check amazon for Conky Tonkin' mp3 download browse other artists under J:J2J3J4J5J6J7 Songwriter(s): Jimmy Buffett, Bingo Gubelman Publisher(s): Coral Reefer Music Record Label(s): 2004 Mailboat Records Official lyrics by
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