Lyrics:

Everybody's Got a Cousin in Miami

By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Tschudin

1993

--Spoken:

'Hey Jimmy, you know anybody in Miami that can get me a passport

real quick?'



'Oh yeah, yeah man. I've got a cousin up there. He knows

everthing about everything. Let's see if I've got his number

here somewhere, yeah. No, he works out of a payphone...oh yeah.

I've got it here. Okay. Today's international investor,

whatever that is. Yeah, everybody's got a cousin in Miami. Here

we go.'



It was was ninety miles to freedom

But they took the risk

Though ocean was all motion

And the wind was brisk

The deadly gunboats never saw them

In the pale moonlight

They were off to Cayo Hueso

By the dawn's early light

The gringo in the garden called the custom's man

They answered all his questions

Were allowed to land

The ladies shared a hairbrush

And their husbands had a Coke

And they were taken up to Krome

To meet with there kin folk



Chorus:

Everybody's got a cousin in Miami

(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)

Everybody understands the impromptu

Dancing in the heat to the beat

That turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)

Everybody needs to have a dream come true



In a third world jungle

Not so far away

Lives a natural drummer

With a dream to play

He's the brother of the lizard

And the flying fish

But he's enchanted by the pictures

>From the satellite dish

So his mama packs his bag

Knots his red neck tie

Send him north to her relations

With a kiss goodbye

He's bewildered by the plane ride

And the immigration line

Until he sees his Christian name

Upon a cardboard sign



Chorus:

Everybody's got a cousin in Miami

(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)

Everybody is an aborigine

Dancing in the heat to the beat

It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)

Everybody want to win that lottery



--Spoken:

'And the winning numbers are...7, 6, 5, 3, 7, 9. Uh, close, so

close. History lesson, history lesson.'



It's hard to believe this city started as a trading post

Home to the Seminole pirate and pioneer

Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast

Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier



I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone

It brought me life, it brought me love

I never have outgrown

Brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore

And one too many mornings in the Grove drugstore



And one way or the other we're all refugees

Livin' out this easy life below the banyan trees

Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash

We've got a style we've got a look

We've got that old panache



Chorus:

Everybody's got a cousin in Miami

(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)

Everybody understands the impromptu

Dancing in the heat to the beat

It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)

Everybody needs to have a dream come true



--Spoken:

'I do, I do. Let's take it down boys. Down south to those

little latitudes. Ya ya, ya ya. Thank you Robert.



Chorus:

Everybody's got a cousin in Miami

(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)

Everybody is an aborigine

Dancing in the heat to the beat

It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)

Under the stars in the bars down by the sea

Oh me now



Everybody's got a cousin in Miami

(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)

Everybody has to have that impromptu



--Spoken:

'What are we doing now?'



Dancing in the heat to the beat

It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)

Everybody needs to have a dream come true



--Spoken:

'I do. I do. I had this dream the other day. I was down on the

equator. I didn't know whether I was up or down. I couldn't

tell the difference. It was hot and we were rockin'. And the

Coral Reefers gathered around me and they said: We want a raise

or we're going to quit. And that's when I woke up. So play

boys, play.'