I want to go back the islands Where shrimp boats are tied up piling Give me oysters and beer For dinner every day of year And I'll feel fine fine wan' be there Want down lie beside sea With a tin cup for chalice fill it with good red wine I'm chewin' on honeysuckle vine Yeah now sun goes sliding across water Sail boats they searching breeze Salt air ain't thin It can stick right your skin make you Makes (fine) wanna Wanna get high by Yes now heard my strange proposal So that Packard let's move before Tries steal away I've made mind die