twelve volt man lyrics

Twelve volt man
By: jimmy buffett
1983
For "nez" and baja bill at alphonsino's
I never got a grip on penmanship
Could never make the small "l's" flow
Seldom found the trick to arith-a-metic
Three plus two be faux, pas

But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the south seas
And I just might turn your head

I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
Close to my first claim to fame

Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads

Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelin's show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes

(instrumental)

Now I now this joe down in mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the twelve volt man

He don't need no charge card
Just give him a die hard
And he'll makes sparks fly 'round your head

Oh just ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the south seas
And I'll make sparks fly 'round your head
'round your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head...

- notes:
Background vocals: timothy b. schmit