Lyrics:
I was born on an island The island of Manhattan Dreamt all my life of a career on the Great White way Producer Norman Paperman Director Norman Paperman [Proudly] And I made it! In a sort of off-the-wall way, I found my calling Ð Listen [Sings] Up every morning, out every evening Hustling for headlines, that’s what I do Table at Sardi’s, grappling for gossip Working the press for a mention or two / Paperman [Cont.] I never acted like some nervous rookie Right from the start I was hot as a cookie I was the numero uno What a debut / Chorus Public Relations, Public Relations Boozing and schmoozing, that’s what I do PR’s my vocation And I’m a sensation Public relations Such hullabaloo / But I went full throttle Never could slow down

Then out of nowhere a mild heart attack
Middle age crisis Face the big questions
Had to get off of this foolish fast track
/ It all started out As an ad in the paper
Now it’s turned into A tropical caper
But it’s only public relations And that’s what I do
/ Chorus Public Relations, Public Relations Ego inflation, that’s what I do
Isn’t it wonderful, isn’t it fabulous
Public Relations, such hullabaloo

/
Give this some thought Norman

Things can get sticky
Here in the tropics
Wine turns to glue

/ Norman
I’ve never seen such a beautiful ocean

/ Iris
Holy Sweet Jesus, he’s got no clue

/ Norman
I’ll buy this place I am expatriating

/ Iris
You as a landlord Sounds intoxicating

It’s only Public Relations
Who’s screwing who

/
No, not that old PR
Of yacking and quacking
Making folks happy
That’s what I’ll do

/
Sunshine and sea air
Palm trees, martinis
That’s what I yearn for —
Like you, you, and you

Just give me some time
And I’ll make it come true!

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Words and music by Jimmy Buffett Lyric reprint and music publishing ©1997 Calaloo Music (BMI) except Intro – The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja ©1996 Calaloo Music (BMI). All rights reserved. Used by Permission