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
Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah
Doo Doo Doo
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