I'm sick o' wasting leather on gritty paving stones
And blasted winter weather wakes the fever in my bones
I'll walk barefoot with freepers on this dandy, sandy strand
This neater, sweeter island in a cleaner, greener land
Ship me to this paradise
I'll put shades upon my eyes
While lookin' lazy down the shore where no whinin' liberal cries
On the beach at Half Moon Cay
Where the flyin' freepers play
With our bods beneath umbrellas on a shiny, briny day
And the sun comes up like thunder out of Nassau 'crost the Bay!
Leni