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I’m flying out on Sunday on a big ol’ aeroplane. 

Going to an island, but I can’t recall it's name.

They tell me that it’s different there, the natives are so nice.

Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise.

[Verse 1]

So many months of working, and I have to get away.

To end up on this island, it’s crazy in a way.

We got roosters talking in the morn’, Frogs chirp hard at night, 

And it lasts long into the morning light.
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[Verse 2]

Pastel colored houses, lined up on the seashore.

So many pirate caverns, too many to explore. 

The gra** is always green, and the sun it always shines, 

Ask anyone, it’s truly one of a kind.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]

It’s the perfect escape, to a distant type of world.

We’ll sail beyond the sunset, like a painting or a mural.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]

Pink sand, warm sunlight, and clear blue skies await.

If you get the chance to go, don’t dare hesitate.

It’s a place where the water’s aqua blue, and the sky is pink at night.

Sit your a** in the sand, and everything’s all right.
[Chorus]