Lyrics:

By: jimmy buffett
1975
Shes got a ballpark figure
Hes got a ballpoint pen
They travel around for weeks at a time
Writin down descriptions of the places they been

She plays guitar but nothin fancy
With no intention of becomin a star
Only thing that's botherin him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar

Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say

She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
Shes eighty-sixed from the chart room
Hes twenty nine and pushin thirty real fast

They're funny when they get to rockin
Goin out for a night on the town
Takin polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down

Full moon
So soon
Wishin every month of the year could be june

Hes always tuned into star trek
Shes always tuned into him
Hidin his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin hard just to keep the boy slim

Tonight they're gonna go star gazin
An try to figure out which one they're near
But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
You know you can't get there from here

Full moon
So soon
Wishin every month of the year could be june

Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
To say what you mean
Mean what you say