| Song | Far Side of the World |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Far Side of the World |
| 作词 : Buffett | |
| Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
| Ramadan is over, | |
| The new moon's shown her face, | |
| I'm halfway round the planet, | |
| In a most unlikely place. | |
| Following my song line | |
| Past bamboo shacks and shops | |
| Behind a jitney packed like sardines, | |
| With bananas piled on top. | |
| I ran away from politics, | |
| It's too bizarre at home. | |
| Away I flew, tuned into Blue | |
| 'Maybe Amsterdam or Rome' | |
| Awakened by a stewardess, | |
| With Spain somewhere below. | |
| On the threshold of adventure, | |
| God I do love this job so. | |
| So while I make my move | |
| On the big board game | |
| Up and down a Spanish highway, | |
| Some things remain the same. | |
| Girls meet boys | |
| and the boys tease girls | |
| I'm heading out this morning, | |
| For the Far Side of the World. | |
| Oh I believe in song lines | |
| Obvious and not | |
| I'd ridden them like camels | |
| To some most peculiar spots. | |
| They run across the oceans | |
| Through mountains and saloons | |
| And tonight out to the dessert | |
| Where I sit atop this dune. | |
| I was destined for this vantage point | |
| Which is so far from the Sea | |
| I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery | |
| From Paris to Tunisia | |
| Casablanca to Dakar | |
| I was riding long before I flew | |
| Through the wind and sand and stars. | |
| Caravan | |
| Ride that hump | |
| And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps | |
| Sleeping bags and battle flags | |
| Are coiled and furled | |
| That's the way you travel | |
| To the far side of the world! | |
| A Sunset framed by lightening bolts | |
| Burns a lasting memory | |
| And a string of tiny twinkling lights | |
| adorn the sausage tree. | |
| While the embers from the log fire | |
| Flicker, fly, and twirl | |
| Then drift off toward the cosmos | |
| From the Far Side of the World. | |
| Well it's Christmas and my birthday | |
| and so to that extent | |
| The Masai not the wise men | |
| Are circling my tent. | |
| I teach them how to play guitar | |
| They show me how to dance | |
| We have rum from the Caribbean | |
| And Burgundy from France. | |
| New Year's Eve in Zanzibar | |
| With Babu and his boys | |
| High up on the rooftop | |
| You can relish all the noise. | |
| They are dancing on the tables | |
| People bouncing like gazelles | |
| Two 0-0-1 is ushered in | |
| With air raid horns and bells. | |
| Time to sing time to dance | |
| Living out my second chance. | |
| Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled | |
| That's the way it happens | |
| On the Far Side of the World. | |
| Back at home, it's afternoon | |
| Six thousand miles away. | |
| I will still be there when I get through | |
| Attending this soiree | |
| There are jobs and chores and questions | |
| And plates I need to twirl, | |
| But tonight I'll take my chances, | |
| On the Far Side of the World. | |
| That's the way it happens | |
| On the Far Side of the World. |
| zuò cí : Buffett | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Ramadan is over, | |
| The new moon' s shown her face, | |
| I' m halfway round the planet, | |
| In a most unlikely place. | |
| Following my song line | |
| Past bamboo shacks and shops | |
| Behind a jitney packed like sardines, | |
| With bananas piled on top. | |
| I ran away from politics, | |
| It' s too bizarre at home. | |
| Away I flew, tuned into Blue | |
| ' Maybe Amsterdam or Rome' | |
| Awakened by a stewardess, | |
| With Spain somewhere below. | |
| On the threshold of adventure, | |
| God I do love this job so. | |
| So while I make my move | |
| On the big board game | |
| Up and down a Spanish highway, | |
| Some things remain the same. | |
| Girls meet boys | |
| and the boys tease girls | |
| I' m heading out this morning, | |
| For the Far Side of the World. | |
| Oh I believe in song lines | |
| Obvious and not | |
| I' d ridden them like camels | |
| To some most peculiar spots. | |
| They run across the oceans | |
| Through mountains and saloons | |
| And tonight out to the dessert | |
| Where I sit atop this dune. | |
| I was destined for this vantage point | |
| Which is so far from the Sea | |
| I' ve lived it in the pages of SaintExupery | |
| From Paris to Tunisia | |
| Casablanca to Dakar | |
| I was riding long before I flew | |
| Through the wind and sand and stars. | |
| Caravan | |
| Ride that hump | |
| And Timbuktu' s a jillion bumps | |
| Sleeping bags and battle flags | |
| Are coiled and furled | |
| That' s the way you travel | |
| To the far side of the world! | |
| A Sunset framed by lightening bolts | |
| Burns a lasting memory | |
| And a string of tiny twinkling lights | |
| adorn the sausage tree. | |
| While the embers from the log fire | |
| Flicker, fly, and twirl | |
| Then drift off toward the cosmos | |
| From the Far Side of the World. | |
| Well it' s Christmas and my birthday | |
| and so to that extent | |
| The Masai not the wise men | |
| Are circling my tent. | |
| I teach them how to play guitar | |
| They show me how to dance | |
| We have rum from the Caribbean | |
| And Burgundy from France. | |
| New Year' s Eve in Zanzibar | |
| With Babu and his boys | |
| High up on the rooftop | |
| You can relish all the noise. | |
| They are dancing on the tables | |
| People bouncing like gazelles | |
| Two 001 is ushered in | |
| With air raid horns and bells. | |
| Time to sing time to dance | |
| Living out my second chance. | |
| Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled | |
| That' s the way it happens | |
| On the Far Side of the World. | |
| Back at home, it' s afternoon | |
| Six thousand miles away. | |
| I will still be there when I get through | |
| Attending this soiree | |
| There are jobs and chores and questions | |
| And plates I need to twirl, | |
| But tonight I' ll take my chances, | |
| On the Far Side of the World. | |
| That' s the way it happens | |
| On the Far Side of the World. |