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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

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