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