Mr. Sullivan Lyrics

Mr. Sullivan flies a prop plane

He keeps it at the dock

Sometimes he'll make some money

Dropping tourists from rock to rock

At night he's at the bar

A margarita in each hand

More than once I've found him

Passed out in the sand

Mr. Sullivan's got a shack on the beach

He lives there like a king

I know he likes to spear fish

But he's never caught anything

When he came from the main land

Nobody really knows

But he's on the run

So the story goes

He's down here laying low

Storm's rolling in

He will see it coming

Say you need a hand

You know that he'll come running

To board up your windows

He's getting pretty tired

The man never quits

But sometimes he gets fired

I told him of the rumors

He just laughs and laughs and laughs

He said, "Kid, I wish that I had

A more interesting past

No I just love the sea

There isn't much else to say

I had a boring life

Flying commercial flights

I had to get away"