| Song | Scarlet Begonias |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | License to Chill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Robert Hunter Music:Robert Hunter | |
| As I was walkin?round grosvenor square | |
| Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air | |
| From the other direction, she was calling my eye | |
| It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try | |
| She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes | |
| And I knew without askin?she was into the blues | |
| She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls | |
| I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls | |
| In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough | |
| She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff | |
| As I picked up my matches and was closing the door | |
| I had one of those flashes I been there before, been there before | |
| Well, I ain always right but Ie never been wrong | |
| Seldom turns out the way it does in a song | |
| Once in a while you get shown the light | |
| In the strangest of places if you look at it right | |
| Well there ain nothing wrong with the way she moves | |
| Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues | |
| And there nothing wrong with the look that in her eyes | |
| I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by | |
| Wind in the willow playin?'Tea for Two' | |
| The sky was yellow and the sun was blue | |
| Strangers stoppin?strangers just to shake their hand | |
| Everybody playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band |
| Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Robert Hunter | |
| As I was walkin? round grosvenor square | |
| Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air | |
| From the other direction, she was calling my eye | |
| It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try | |
| She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes | |
| And I knew without askin? she was into the blues | |
| She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls | |
| I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls | |
| In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough | |
| She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff | |
| As I picked up my matches and was closing the door | |
| I had one of those flashes I been there before, been there before | |
| Well, I ain always right but I e never been wrong | |
| Seldom turns out the way it does in a song | |
| Once in a while you get shown the light | |
| In the strangest of places if you look at it right | |
| Well there ain nothing wrong with the way she moves | |
| Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues | |
| And there nothing wrong with the look that in her eyes | |
| I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by | |
| Wind in the willow playin?' Tea for Two' | |
| The sky was yellow and the sun was blue | |
| Strangers stoppin? strangers just to shake their hand | |
| Everybody playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band |
| Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Robert Hunter | |
| As I was walkin? round grosvenor square | |
| Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air | |
| From the other direction, she was calling my eye | |
| It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try | |
| She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes | |
| And I knew without askin? she was into the blues | |
| She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls | |
| I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls | |
| In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough | |
| She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff | |
| As I picked up my matches and was closing the door | |
| I had one of those flashes I been there before, been there before | |
| Well, I ain always right but I e never been wrong | |
| Seldom turns out the way it does in a song | |
| Once in a while you get shown the light | |
| In the strangest of places if you look at it right | |
| Well there ain nothing wrong with the way she moves | |
| Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues | |
| And there nothing wrong with the look that in her eyes | |
| I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by | |
| Wind in the willow playin?' Tea for Two' | |
| The sky was yellow and the sun was blue | |
| Strangers stoppin? strangers just to shake their hand | |
| Everybody playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band |