Lyrics:

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 feeling just fine

We've got a little hip shack, been 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