It's An Island Ting
In the Islands day talk like you sing
don't know till ya been dar tiz an Island-ting
take two jig-um-ups tiz coke to fly
gave me shots of rum with coke on the side
smell dim gon-ja blown to day breeze
it be I-ree make day eyes chineese
you'z bee'z lookin like day rasta man
I past out with my face in the sand
I don't know why, I'll let you call it
I woke up 6 hours later without my walllet
so goto day Islands it's fun taz hear dim sings
just don't go do-zin dim wrong Island-tings
by Capt. Mike
ps yaz knows dim crabs bee'z taken yaz wallet Cap-pin Mikes
Yes mon but you stick around and hears another story if yaz likes
Copyright © Floatingpoet Captainmike | Year Posted 2011
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