Written by Danny Rosado and Trish Schafer

 

Been waiting all winter long

Gotta write a brand new song

I bought my baby a brand new thong

Drives me crazy

Need a break from the city lights

Need a shot of Perdido nights

She’s up before the light

Me, I’m a little hazy

Just need a little time to be lazy

Beachbound with my baby

 

Pour the coffee and load the car

Her six bags and my guitar

She’s singing to CCR

Somebody save me

Interstate traffic moves so slow

Like we ain’t got nowhere to go

I wanna hit the beach by four

Cause I’m a little pasty

Ready for our time to just be lazy

Beachbound with my baby

 

She might give up a little love

If we hit the Happy Shack for that free hug

 

My baby takes me by the hand

For some Gulf Coast magic in the sand

Life on the beach is one big rhyme

When you’re living on Florabama time

This ain’t no time to be lazy

Beach time with my baby

Beach time with my baby

Beach bound With My Baby

 

She came down from the north for the weekend

Looking for a tropical tan

Having drinks at the pier in the evening

She took up with a sailing man

Could have been the pull of the ocean

Or the salty touch of his hand

Swimming in a sea of emotion

She was never going home again

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

Her feet in the water and her heart on the line

Good men these days are hard to find

She’s got a sailor in mind

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

She fell in love with life on the water

And the feel of the wind on her face

Delighted at the birth of a daughter

A Marley tune settin’ the pace

Now that little girl is just like her mother

She can’t stand it if she’s not being bad

One day she’s gonna discover

That every girl wants a guy like her dad

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

Her feet in the water and her heart on the line

Good men these days are hard to find

She’s got a sailor in mind

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

She could have her choice of the wealthy last names

But she’s waiting on a man with the sea in his veins

Blame it on her mother or a life on the free

But the coconut never falls far from the tree

 

We’re headed up north for the weekend

Reunion on her mother’s side

This time next week we’ll be leaving

Sailing with that winter tide

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

Her feet in the water and her heart on the line

Good men these days are hard to find

She’s got a sailor in mind

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

Chorus:

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

Play my guitar with the band

I’m tired of pacing the cage

I wanna stand on the stage

Making music with the Man

I’m tired of standing on the lawn

But even if it all falls down

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

When Jimmy Buffett comes to town

 

I love the taste of Landshark beer

I don’t even need a lime

And my tin cup is a chalice

Keeps me high on good red wine

And I grew up in Alabama

Only rooting for the Tide

Wasting away where the waters collide

 

Repeat Chorus

 

They say my mind is like a jukebox

Full of a million useless rhymes

But it’ll come in mighty handy

If you forget your lines

And there’s a blonde stranger

Running circles through my mind

I hear she loves the Reefer

Both kinds…

 

Repeat Chorus

 

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

When the Parrotheads gather round

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

When Jimmy Buffett comes to town

 

Morning DJ fills my head

Slowly drag myself from the bed

Get my morning routine underway

Another day just like before

Thirty minutes and I’m out of the door

Feels like I’m living just for the pay

Swore I’d never take this road

Though my bags are empty, it’s a heavy load

Sometimes I just want to explode, but

 

On my boat there’s a big white sail

That rides the wind and dips the rail

On my boat there’s a fishing line

That reals them in most every time

Mai Tai’s and battle cries are keeping us afloat

I got everything I need on my boat

 

Winter wind chills my bones

Enough reason to get stoned

Put off my worries for another day

Boss don’t like my beach attire

I’d give anything if I could retire

Pack up my bags and just sail away

Sometimes I forget I’m grown

Cause you can’t run fast with flip flops on

But they seem to know my way home

 

On my boat there’s a bottle of wine

To raise a toast and pass the vine

On my boat there’s a damn good chance

If you stay the night that we’ll make romance

Sunny skies and alibis are keeping us afloat

I got everything I need on my boat

 

On my boat there’s a good luck charm

That keeps us dry and safe from harm

On my boat there’s a bottle of rum

That points the way when we greet the sun

Brown eyes and lullabies that my momma wrote

Yea, I got everything I need on my boat