It may sound like work, to climb a tree

Just to get a coconut

Or to paddle to shore with a palm frawn oar

To a dirt road with a hut

But it sounds to me like the way it should be

And I wouldn’t change a thing

I’ll take a hurricane blowin’

Than a New York snow-in

And I’ll let the steel drum play

Chorus:It’s your choice

Do, as you will

Born to fish

Or born to kill

Livin’ off love

Or livin’ off pills

It’s your choice

Do, as you will

When I hit the town in my flashy new shorts

And a bright-print button down

If there’s nothin’ to do we just JunKeanu

And party till the moon goes down

And it sounds to me like the way it should be

And I wouldn’t change a thing

I’ll take a hot summer sweat

To a life of regret

And I’ll let the steel drum play

Chorus (2X)