This station, rules the nation Come on, come on, yeah Here we go, go back to the island boy
Wake up early one morning Kiss my mama goodbye Goin' back to the island Dont worry mama, don't cry
I'll be leaving on the island stable I sure hope that she's still able Goin' to sea around 5 o'clock I'll stand at the bow and see the dock Out in the fields from dawn till dusk Swimmin' in the blue hole is a must Back to the island where I was born First thing I will do is grow some corn
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Been cookin' outside in the iron pot So young when I learned, I haven't forgot I don't know where they're walking Old folks smokin' pipes and talking Saturday night we're gonna dance and sway Shake my belly, do the dawn day People don't you understand Live like a king and be a happy man
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"Are you ready? How ya goin' get there?" (Zac and Taylor) "By mail boat" (Isaac) "Are you ready?" How ya goin' get there?" "By mail boat"
Go, go, go, go. . .
We got to go down to Nassau, go to New USA Go to Cat Island, Long Key and X-zuba Go down to Frequia go to New Guinea Go to Long Island and Latina
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I got to go, I got to go, I got to go back to the island I got to go, I got to go, I got to go back to the island I got to go back, I got to go back, I got to go back to the island I got to go, I got to go, I got to go back to the island