The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful by Jimmy Buffett

The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life’s so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri’s too fruitiful
There’s no place like home, when it’s this far away
I don’t care what they say

Son Of A Son Of A Sailor by Jimmy Buffett

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It’s a son of a gun of a chorus.