Out With the Old Year

Well, it's late in December
with one sick and sleeping-
He has his guitar in his hand,
out the back door he is creeping.
They don't know where he's gone to,
they've looked their very best.
But there's one secluded spot they missed,
and that's good old Key West.

He's gone out with the old year.
Will he come back with the new?
Now we're short another keyboard player
who's caught them winter blues.
He's gone out with the old year.
Will he come back again?
Doesn't know where he's going to,
Does he know where he's been?

Well, it's early January,
and still not a sound.
We're not sure yet if he's lost
or if he has been found.
He won't get hurt, might wear a grass skirt,
He'll be back in a little while (I hope).
He won't get hurt, won't wear a grass skirt,
because that is not his style.

All of us here wish you the very best,
Frying your brain while sitting in the sand
On the island called Key West.