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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