| Song | Little Miss Magic |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | A Pirate's Treasure - 20 Jimmy Buffett Gems |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
| For 'The Noop' | |
| Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling | |
| The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing | |
| She loves to ride into town with the top down | |
| Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin | |
| She is my next of kin | |
| Chorus: | |
| I see a little more of me everyday | |
| I catch a little more moustache turning gray | |
| Your mother is the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders | |
| Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad Savannah | |
| I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes | |
| Someday she's gonna learn how to fly | |
| Oh that I won't deny | |
| Chorus: | |
| I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way | |
| I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray | |
| Your mother's still the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down | |
| Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin | |
| She is my next of kin | |
| Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling | |
| Those clever little looks she gives just can't help but be appealing | |
| I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes | |
| One day she's gonna learn how to fly | |
| That I won't deny | |
| Chorus: | |
| I see a little more of me everyday | |
| I feel a little more moustache turning gray | |
| Your mother's still the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Little Miss Magic, just can't wait to see | |
| It's raining, It's pouring | |
| Your old man is snoring |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| For ' The Noop' | |
| Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling | |
| The clever little glances she gives me can' t help but be appealing | |
| She loves to ride into town with the top down | |
| Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin | |
| She is my next of kin | |
| Chorus: | |
| I see a little more of me everyday | |
| I catch a little more moustache turning gray | |
| Your mother is the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders | |
| Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o' er the broad Savannah | |
| I know someday she' ll learn to make up her own rhymes | |
| Someday she' s gonna learn how to fly | |
| Oh that I won' t deny | |
| Chorus: | |
| I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way | |
| I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray | |
| Your mother' s still the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down | |
| Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin | |
| She is my next of kin | |
| Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling | |
| Those clever little looks she gives just can' t help but be appealing | |
| I know someday she' ll learn to make up her own rhymes | |
| One day she' s gonna learn how to fly | |
| That I won' t deny | |
| Chorus: | |
| I see a little more of me everyday | |
| I feel a little more moustache turning gray | |
| Your mother' s still the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Little Miss Magic, just can' t wait to see | |
| It' s raining, It' s pouring | |
| Your old man is snoring |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| For ' The Noop' | |
| Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling | |
| The clever little glances she gives me can' t help but be appealing | |
| She loves to ride into town with the top down | |
| Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin | |
| She is my next of kin | |
| Chorus: | |
| I see a little more of me everyday | |
| I catch a little more moustache turning gray | |
| Your mother is the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders | |
| Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o' er the broad Savannah | |
| I know someday she' ll learn to make up her own rhymes | |
| Someday she' s gonna learn how to fly | |
| Oh that I won' t deny | |
| Chorus: | |
| I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way | |
| I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray | |
| Your mother' s still the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down | |
| Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin | |
| She is my next of kin | |
| Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling | |
| Those clever little looks she gives just can' t help but be appealing | |
| I know someday she' ll learn to make up her own rhymes | |
| One day she' s gonna learn how to fly | |
| That I won' t deny | |
| Chorus: | |
| I see a little more of me everyday | |
| I feel a little more moustache turning gray | |
| Your mother' s still the only other woman for me | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be? | |
| Little Miss Magic, just can' t wait to see | |
| It' s raining, It' s pouring | |
| Your old man is snoring |