Lyrics:

I've been working down South
An old Caribbean boy
I've been burning the Coast Guard out
From St. Pete to St. Croix

Now, freedom is my wager
Smuggling is my game
Cocaine is my pleasure
It's about to drive me insane

I'm gonna get me a room
Down at the Blue Moon
I'm gonna get paid
I'm gonna get laid
I'm gonna get, real, real high

Send me a tune
Down at the Blue Moon
Hey Billy Boys
Let's make some noise!
Tomorrow we may die

I don't wanna get busted
Shoot - don't wanna get popped
Lord you know I can't be trusted
Hell I can't be stopped

I've got a pocketful of money
That I've been pissing anyway
And baby are you my honey
Or are you spying for the dammed 'ole DEA

I'm gonna get me a room
Down at the Blue Moon
I'm gonna get paid
I'm gonna get laid
I'm gonna get, real, real high

I'm gonna get me a room
Down at the Blue Moon
I'm gonna get paid
I'm gonna get laid
I'm gonna get, real, real high

I'm gonna get me a room
Down at the Blue Moon
I'm gonna get paid
I'm gonna get laid
I'm gonna get, real, real high

Hey how about them King Boys!
Hey Manuel, and Kyle
Hey Phil Clark!
Hey Grundy, Brother John, and Darryl!
Hey Brother Larry!
Hey Vegas, Ted, Joel!
Hey Mad Dog, Limber Neck
Hey Dudley
Hope you're all doing fine tonight
'Cause I'm feeling good! Awwwwww!

I'm gonna get me a room
Down at the Blue Moon
I'm gonna get paid
I'm gonna get laid
I'm gonna get, real, real high