By: Jimmy Buffett 

1975 

She's got a ballpark figure 

He's got a ballpoint pen 

They travel around for weeks at a time 

Writin' down descriptions of the places they been 



She plays guitar but nothin' fancy 

With no intention of becomin' a star 

Only thing that's botherin' him these days 

Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar 



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She never did make her debut 

He never made it to class 

She's eighty-sixed from the Chart Room 

He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast 



They're funny when they get to rockin' 

Goin' out for a night on the town 

Takin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focus 

Just to look at when they finally slow down 



Full moon 

So soon 

Wishin' every month of the year could be June 



He's always tuned into Star Trek 

She's always tuned into him 

Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies 

Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim 



Tonight they're gonna go star gazin' 

An' try to figure out which one they're near 

But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height 

You know you can't get there from here 



Full moon 

So soon 

Wishin' every month of the year could be June 



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To say what you mean 

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Mean what you say