(Tune: Love and Marriage)
Sailing South Seas
You'll have weak knees
The crew's in mutiny and they've all got scurvey
If you got no stomach
You'll spend your weekends getting sea sick
Don Ho, and his cheesy luaus
They make your skin crawl
Third world nations smell so bad
And look like dirty stalls
(Tune: ???)
Noriega
oh
What a scum
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Montazuma, ugh
I ate a plum
(Tune: Copa Cabana)
His name was Tattoo
Standing three foot two
He comes out to appreciate
Dat da plane is getting late
And then there's Rorky
He's kinda dorky
He fills your fantasy so well
You just bought a flight to hell
Reggae was made for freaks
Atlantis sprung a leak
Boat people trash Miami's beach
Castro's such a geek
(Tune: Do Your Balls Hang low?)
Does your sunburned skin
Cause you trouble when you grin
When you're treading in the sea
Jaws will nibble on your knee
When your ship has run a muck
In the triangle you're stuck
Green team's out of luck
Oh shucks!