Jimmy BuffettNo Plane On Sunday

By: jimmy buffett, michael utley

1986

You can throw your luggage down

Lose your cool and stomp around

But theres nothin, nothin you can do

Wipe away your girlfriends tears

Go to the bar and have some beers

There aint no way that birds gettin through

Chorus:

No plane on sunday

Maybe be one come monday

Just a hopeless situation

Make the best of its all you can do

til they get through

Overheard the engineer

Say somethin bout the landin gear

Now were runnin strictly on island time

I know you got someone back home

So do I its tough alone

Aw come on, its just a minor crime

Chorus:

No plane on sunday

Check it again come monday

Just a hopeless situation

Make the best of its bout all you can do

Baby its true

Shouldnt spend these precious hours tryin to figure this out

We dont know where the story ends

Lets dont go back to just bein friends

(instrumental)

So they went walkin on the beach

Quarter moon within their reach

So they stole it and tucked it in their hearts

Thats when they heard the engines hum

And realized the dawn had come

It was over, over from the start

Chorus:

No plane on sunday

Just another lonely monday

Aw make the best of a bad situations

bout all you can do

Baby its true

Whoa oh oh oh baby its true

Oh oh oh oh baby whats new

Oh oh oh oh baby whats new