By Buffett, 1996 Jimmy Buffett explores new creative here, putting the two-hundred year history of Amerigo, a fictitious Caribbean island, into a Calypso number, and framing it into another song, The Legend of Norman Paperman, the theme of the show. The principal singer is the Governor of the island, and the key characters of the show sing verses about the history.
Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual name was King George The Third Island, but the islanders shortened that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the guidebooks is Amerigo, but everybody who still lives there still calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them it seems like a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival.
Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a new life on a tropical island? Our story is about a man who did it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend here in the Caribbean. one and all to THE LEGEND OF NORMAN PAPERMAN.
Dis is the legend of Papuhman Tale from the islands we'll Chasin illusions can get quite Is it a dream or a
Dis is the legend of Norman from the islands we'll tell
Men Chasin can get quite confusin' Cause heaven can into hell.
Sanders the name of the island It's been Kinja for over two years But paradise come without a price Let me make that clear Kinja, our island In a archipeligo been English, French and Dutch Never seemed to much Now we're Amerigo
We're Still Our
(Sheila, chef at the Reef Club)
Our came in the slave ships To work for the few Who wore Paris and in pink mansions While we in shacks of bamboo
Den da sugar beet bring us our the help of our God we got through Insurrection, beheadin's, funerals and Hurricanes and a War or Two
Hurricanes and a War or Two We're Still Our
We're Kinja Our
(Gilbert, of the Gull Reef Club)
Mr. Churchill had to get destroyers To put old six feet below FDR he pulled a Got our island for just And do limeys dey up and go
We through the streets in celebration Da fireworks dey up da sky We got and highways Got and Chevrolets Not to mention the of July
Not to the Forth of July We're Kinja Our
We're Kinja Our
(Senator Pullman, the big enchilada)
Pullman Now the Yankees, they wid der dollars It's a beehive of dem crawfish and rum Keep dem dizzy and Oh we're liken' this
We got new for celebration We got new laws, but no one We got crawfish and and tangos Ahhh, but we short on our supply
Mighty short on our watah
We got the We the Carnival The Kinja
We got the Stop The Carnival We love the
And our begins
Dis is da legend of Papuhman Tale from de we'll tell illusions can get quite confusin' Cause can turn into hell!
The of - NORMAN PAPERMAN