Butter Rum (Live, 10.25.19)

Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin To the islands you run And leave me with nothing But the rum In a foreign place With an ice cold mojito There she stood My tropic hurricane With the tide so high I asked for her name I'm the island in the sun The style to which all the oceans run to You can call me butter rum But what would I call you Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin To the islands you run And leave me with nothing But the rum Wave on the rocks Tall dark and stormy Here she crashed And rolled back to the sea But a raging volcano Couldn't keep that girl from me I'm the island in the sun The style to which all the oceans run to You can call me butter rum But what would I call you Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin To the islands you run And leave me with nothing But the rum Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin Hey butter rum My sweet island muffin To the islands you run And leave me with nothing But the rum Hey butter rum, hey butter rum Hey butter rum, hey butter rum Hey butter rum, hey butter rum My sweet island muffin My sweet island muffin To the islands you run And leave me with nothing But the rum To the islands you run And leave me with nothing But the rum