This station, rules the nation!
Come on, come on, yaaa, yaaa!
Here we go, yaaa, yaaa, go back to the island, boy!
Wake up early one morning
Kiss my mama goodbye
Goin back to the island,
Ill see ya, dont worry mama,
Dont cry, yaaaa, everybody, lets do it.
Be leaving on the island stable
I sure hope that shes still able
Goin to sea around 5 o clock
Ill stand at the bow and see the dock out
In the fields from dawn,
Til dusk, swimmin in the blue hole is a must.
That island, where I was born
First thing I will do is grow some corn
Been cookin outside in the iron pot
So young when I learned, I havent forgot,
Out to cast, and walking old folks
Smokin pipes and talking
Saturday night were gonna dance and sway
Shake my bell, do the dawn day people
Dont you understand, live like a king
And be a happy man
"Go back to the island boy"
Ya, ya, ya, ya,
"Are you ready? How ya goin get there?"
"By mail boat"
"Are you ready?" How ya goin get there?"
"By mail boat!"
A go, a go, a go, a go ,a go , a go, a go,
A go, a go, a go, a go, a go,
We got to go down to Nassau, go to New USA,
Go to Cat Island, Long Key and X-Zuba,
Go down to Frequia, go to New Guinea,
Go to Long Island and Latina
ya....ya....ya....ya....I got to go, I got to go,
I got to go back to the island
I got to go, I got to go, I got to go back
To the island, I got to go back, I got to go back,
I got to go back to the island
I got to go, I got to go, I got to go back to the island
Ya....ya....ya....ya....
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