I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'
Give me oysters and beer
For dinner every day of the year and I'll feel fine
I'll feel fine
'Cause I want to be there
I want to go back down and 2. get high by the sea there
3. die beside
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
and I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine
Yeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water