Jimmy Buffett - When Salome Plays The Drum lyrics

When salome plays the drum By: jimmy buffett 1981 For salome, freddo and clauvis When salome plays the drum Crowd goes deaf and dumb Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat More so it's the beat She moves in syncopation Gazelle on the run Skirts slit past her thigh Boys let out a sigh The beat begins to quicken Crowd ascends the stairs Climbin' on the chairs The plot begins to thicken Phasers on stun Chorus: Take them to the carnival (take them to the carnival) Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels so right Tomorrow may be wrong-a (instrumental) Gendarme close her down Make her leave the town She caught the flight to rio Nothin' to say Wavin' from the plane Pourin' pink champagne She toasts her loyal trio It was a lucrative stay Ooh take them to the carnival (take them to the carnival) Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels so right Tomorrow may be wrong-a Oh won't you take them to the carnival (take them to the carnival) Let them play for hours Tonight the weather feels so right Tomorrow (tomorrow) feels like showers - notes: Gut string guitar by barry chance