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On de uber side ob de island
Dere's a sky so clear and blue
Can see, cross water, to de 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 ho ho home
They never ever let you go
They never ever let you go
Yankee go home
Yankee go ho ho 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
On de uber side ob de island    Dere's a sky so clear and blue    Can see, cross water, to de 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 ho ho home    They never ever let you go    They never ever let you go    Yankee go home    Yankee go ho ho 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