Tour dates.
Fans of the band just want tour dates.
Rumors keep roaming the internet.
Everyone seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey games on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Tour dates," somethin'
to do when it's warm.
Outside it feels like a freezer.
I know I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go to a Jimmy Buffett show.
Could you beam me to one, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know the dates should be arrivin'.
I need a date to keep survivin'.
I wanna go where fins swarm.
(beggin' for) Tour Dates.
Jimmy, We need some damn tour dates.
Then I'm booking rooms for that weekend.
Tailgatin' where the fins swarm.
Tailgatin' where the fins swarm.
Tailgatin' where the fins swarm.
I gotta go to a Jimmy Buffett show,
where the margaritas flow,
With my phriends in the know,
Tailgatin' where the fins swarm.
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