I wanna back to the island Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin Gimme oysters and beer For dinner every day of the year and I´ll feel fine
Ill feel fine
I wanna be there Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
Yeah now, the sun goes slidin cross the water Sailboats they go searchin for the breeze Salt air it aint thin It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine Makes you feel fine
I wanna be there Wanna go back down and a get high by the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
Yes and now you heard my strange proposal So get that packard up and lets move I wanna be there before the day Tries to steal away and leave us behind Ive made up my mind
And I wanna be there I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
Yeah with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine