Conky Tonkin' Lyrics - License To Chill - Jimmy Buffett

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. 

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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. 

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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'.