128 ~ What if... we had our own island, man?

Here for the weekend, me and these friends.

Sunny sunshine, blue skies never end. 

Come over here if you ever get flew out.

We got a place for ya, never will ignore ya.

Got a hot plate, and a drink we gonna pour ya.

Skies so clear, ice cold beer,

bitch, come over here.

And around here, the dead have fun too.

Stiffs in the water, floating, we see you,

doing flips in the air, run and see, dude.

No cops, unless they pouring off shots

surffing on the big one, having big fun.

Fucking with a big fat one under the sun

Letting em hang, doing our thing.

Listen to em up and down the beach, everybody sing.

And when the sun goes down, we up all night.

Dance of the dead, boogie-woogie in the moonlight

Fuck the rules, right? The dead do bite.

Listen to the Ouija board, we can only do right.

Can't do wrong, fatty in a blue thong.

Everybody can't be together with you gone.

Come get whit this, we get ridiculous,

this world is ours, every bit of this.

Boom! Pow! Bang! 

Let's do the damn thing! 

xoxo ~ mie kuittaan