In Babylon on the boulevard of broken dreams
My will power at the lowest ebb
oh what can I do?
Oh
buccaneer can ya help me put my trunk in gear

Can ya take me far away from here - save my soul from sin.
You wanna get away
you've had it man nothings going right

So come sit on the sands of the island - Island of Lost Souls.

No luxuries - no
no amenities too dull your senses

Oh
oh
only primitive - hey
hey
really get away
is what he said.
Where did he go? - I'm tired of waiting here for him

Where can he be? - He's not with me.
Where did he go? - What will I do alone?
Why did he run
run away from me?

The sky is blue
the sea is warm and clear

And golden sands are calling out to you inviting
Make a new man outa you.
You can come for a while come with a friend

Forget about work start all over again

Let the real you through here is what we do:
Where did he go? - I'm tired of waiting here for him. . . .
Oh
buccaneer can ya help me put my trunk in gear
. . .
No luxuries - no
no amenities to dull your senses
. . .
Island of Lost Souls - Island of Lost Souls