I wanna go where the gulf breezes blow
Where there's no one to know or see
To Isla Mujeres
Just a few days in the wind and the waves
Face down in the sand and the sun
Just my baby and me
And I wanna see shoreline palms wave at me
Balmy Caribbean Bonitas
On Isla Mujeres
Yo soy un hombre que cantar las estrellas
They say you can never forget
You don't wanna go home
Si es verdad -- it's so simple it's true
I'm spending my days with the skates and rays
My nights I spend making love with you
Lobsters and clams (well I lied about the clams)
But you don't give a damn
For the city -- not London or Paris
When your on Isla Mujeres
You can be who you are 'neath the sun and the stars
Of this tropical heaven
It's a tropical heaven
(Instrumental)
All things must pa**, so I've heard people say
They go back to the grind that's been k**in' mankind
Since he first stood up and he stayed that way
I'm leavin' at eight
My plane's at the gate
I don't wanna be late
I don't care what the fare is
From Isla Mujeres
To New York or LA
A round trip is one way
Back to Isla Mujeres
Back to Isla Mujeres
Back to Isla Mujeres
I'm going back to Isla Mujeres