On the other side of the island (Of the island) There's a sky so clear and blue (So blue) Can see, across water, to the mainland New life for me and you Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well, there's a big black, mama, in a tree She's gonna cook us, she's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell from tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go We get American menus With all American men We're getting sick of things American We ate our way through half the Pentagon We had our share of big palookas Yankee go home Yankee go home They never ever let you go They never ever let you go They never ever let you go Yankee go home Yankee go home Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well, there's a big black, mama, in a tree She's gonna cook us, she's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell from tree to tree Tree to tree, tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go They never ever let you go ...
On the other side of the island (Of the island) There's a sky so clear and blue (So blue) Can see, across water, to the mainland New life for me and you Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well, there's a big black, mama, in a tree She's gonna cook us, she's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell from tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go We get American menus With all American men We're getting sick of things American We ate our way through half the Pentagon We had our share of big palookas Yankee go home Yankee go home They never ever let you go They never ever let you go They never ever let you go Yankee go home Yankee go home Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well, there's a big black, mama, in a tree She's gonna cook us, she's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell from tree to tree Tree to tree, tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go They never ever let you go ...
