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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Jimmy Buffett -  No Plane on Sunday
 By: jimmy buffett, michael utley
 
 1986
 
 You can throw your luggage down
 
 Lose your cool and stomp around
 
 But theres nothin, nothin you can do
 
 Wipe away your girlfriends tears
 
 Go to the bar and have some beers
 
 There aint no way that birds gettin through
 
 Chorus:
 
 No plane on sunday
 
 Maybe be one come monday
 
 Just a hopeless situation
 
 Make the best of its all you can do
 
 til they get through
 
 Overheard the engineer
 
 Say somethin bout the landin gear
 
 Now were runnin strictly on island time
 
 I know you got someone back home
 
 So do I its tough alone
 
 Aw come on, its just a minor crime
 
 Chorus:
 
 No plane on sunday
 
 Check it again come monday
 
 Just a hopeless situation
 
 Make the best of its bout all you can do
 
 Baby its true
 
 Shouldnt spend these precious hours tryin to figure this out
 
 We dont know where the story ends
 
 Lets dont go back to just bein friends
 
 (instrumental)
 
 So they went walkin on the beach
 
 Quarter moon within their reach
 
 So they stole it and tucked it in their hearts
 
 Thats when they heard the engines hum
 
 And realized the dawn had come
 
 It was over, over from the start
 
 Chorus:
 
 No plane on sunday
 
 Just another lonely monday
 
 Aw make the best of a bad situations
 
 bout all you can do
 
 Baby its true
 
 Whoa oh oh oh baby its true
 
 Oh oh oh oh baby whats new
 
 Oh oh oh oh baby whats new
 
 
    
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