don't come waltzing back to my door   i cannot give any more   tour country cousins, squabble and fight   and gamble your way through the night   the money's all gone, it's time to move on   leave all the debts, those letters and threats   oh      the island awaits the quarryman's whim   who dillies and dallies within   the favoured fearful take some offence   and speak of those summers well spent   if the rumours are true, the daytrips are through   leave with the rest, who could not care less   oh      the rumours are true, the daytrips are through   leave with the rest, who could not care less