We booked a seven day cruise
On our summer vacation
Ended up lost in this island nation
Saturday morning, a walk in the sand
The rhythmic beat of this tropical band
On the Island
We'll be wasting our time (wasting our time)
On the Island
I'll be feelin just fine
We've got a little hip shack
And late with the rent
We bought a color TV
With the money you sent
A cigarette burn
On the living room table
No food, no pets
No premium cable
On the Island
With a drink in my hand (drink in my hand)
On the Island
And a bucket of sand
On the Island
I'll be thinking of you (thinking of you)
On the Island
There's really nothing to do
On the Island
We'll be taking it slow (we'll be taking it slow)
'Cause on the Island
There's really no place to go
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