Looking for my lost acre of socks

The story:

I was in a car on my first date with my now husband who is a "parrothead" and he asked me if I liked Jimmy Buffet. I said yes. He then put on the CD, and I started to sing along with the song 'Margaritaville'. I thought I knew ALL the lyrics correctly. Well, I was singing along to it and proceeded to really belt out "Looking for my lost acre of socks" (which I could never understand what the hell that had to do with drinking margaritas!) When he said, "What was that that you just sang?" I said, "Looking for my lost acre of socks." He just shook his head in wonder & laughed. He must have thought I was a complete imbecile! We still laugh about to this day...