[transcribed by Chris W]

School Boy Heart 

By: Jimmy Buffett & Matt Betton 

1996 

I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye 

Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly 

I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes 

That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose 



I suppose 

The need to focus never arose 

So something like a swiss army knife 

That's my life 

Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine 

The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me 

Breaking free, breaking free 



Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye 

Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly 

I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style 

Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style 



I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck 

With all hands spread all over the deck 

What the heck 

Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind 

Began to pick up what he could find 

Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice 



Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye 

A sailor's legs and a license to fly 

I got a native tongue from way down south 

It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth 



I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye 

Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly 

I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes 

That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose 



[In case there's any interest, right before Banana Wind, Jimmy sez 

"meetcha at the end meetcha at the end".]