Jimmy Buffett, Wayne Jobson      Oh no, he's buying an island   Oh no, he's building a boat   Why does he never stop smiling?   Fun surrounds him like a deep moat      Where does he get all those stories?   How can he tell such a lie?   He's bound to see purgatory   His views are in short supply      But Peter Pan would understand   His schemes and dreams and ploys   Best keep an eye on his slight hand   He such an altered boy      Good God, he's talking with parrots   Painting his dreams in the sand   Piling up beaucoup demerits   Doing it just 'cause he can      By Jove he's having a cocoa   Evading those judgemental eyes   Calmly walking his tight rope   High above all the outcries      But Peter Pan would understand   His schemes and dreams and ploys   Best keep an eye on his slight hand   He such an altered boy      The story goes   he stumbled at the alter   Now it seems he just blasphemes   And dwells with dangers daughter      Someone call the talking doctor   Somebody get a SWAT team   There he sits getting away with   murder   How dare him live out his dreams      But Peter Pan would understand   His schemes and dreams and ploys   Best keep an eye on his slight hand   He such an altered boy      Oh no, he's sailing today   Oh no, beware Paraguay   Oh no, anchors aweigh   Oh no