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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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