My Cousin Jimmy



Even though we be cousins...

He refuses to answer my call...

He acts like he don’t even know me...

Like I don’t mean nothin’ to him at all...


I call him to get free tickets...

I ask for a free Margueritaville lunch...

I just want to hang out together in Key West...

I’ve been calling him a whole bunch...


We somethin’ like maybe fourth cousins...

And we’ll be related ‘til da end...

Come on, Cousin Jimmy!

I just want to be your best friend...


He act like he don’t want to be related...

I ain’t tryin’ to borrow money, so much...

We got da same dang blood runnin’ tru our veins...

Like he be better than me, and such... 


Don’t he even know who I am...

Don’t he know we connected by blood...

Call me back sometime, Cousin Jimmy...

Stop treating me as if I’m mud...


I know you’re really be famous...

And dat you got important things to do...

I just want a picture or maybe an autograph...

Because dat’s da least dat you could do...


So if y’all happen to run into Jimmy...

And don’t mind puttin’ in da good word...

I just want him to know dat we related...

Distant cousins, maybe fourth or even third...


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Photo: Jimmy’s Dressing Room, circa 1978 #margaritaville #jimmybuffett #comemonday #wastedawayagaininmargaritaville #keywest #rolltideroll #rolltide🐘 #universityofalabama

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