The Islands

Fay Lovsky

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Picture me under a Tum Tum tree,
sunshine shimmers on the ground
The buzzing of a busy bumblebee,
rustling leaves are all around
All I have to do is drive inland,
he said I would like it
Up the mountains to the fields,
do a little business with the monkeymen
he said I should try it, merchandise under the seats

Simon said, come see the island, ooh.
The islands!
Mañana
Si's in a hurry but I do not worry
There's plenty of fruit on the tree
Ooh.
The islands!

Americans are playing badminton
Under golden evening skies
Simon says he's gonna buy me diamonds
When all this is over we'll be high and dry and ahh...
People practice for the Sunday choir
Ngaoundre ngaoundre ngaoundre
Yellow moon is on the rise, me and Simon sitting at the bar
Watch the million fireflies
Simon's gonna run for president

Of the islands!
Of the islands!
Of the islands!

I'm gonna be first lady . the islands
Of the islands!
I'm gonna be first lady of the banana republic
I'm gonna be first lady of the banana republic (tsipa)
I'm gonna be first lady of the banana republic