On the Island

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