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