Island Blues… a silly, fun song

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ISLAND BLUES

I woke up this morning

Face down in the sand

Don’t remember a thing

And I can’t feel my hand

 

As my eyes came in focus

Much to my surprise

Was a crab staring back

With two stalking eyes

 

Well I couldn’t move

And my head was in pain

With a crab staring at me

Then he called me by name….

 

He said:

Hey Bubba this must be your first time

To come to the islands and wake up half blind

Yeah, I been watching you since the sun did rise

And by the green look of you and your bloodshot eyes

You must have had one hell of a night

Too much rum….am I guessing you right?

I’m sure your buddies are around here too

Because your lack of clothes is a give-away dude

 

Now maybe I’m dreaming

But I can hardly see

And there sits a crab

Just a talking to me

And I remember just a little

Last night at the bar

Tequila, and rum and some bomb with a car

 

But I cannot for the life of me

Hey wait a minute I can’t feel my feet

Is that a tingle down around my toes

And what the hell just crawled up my nose

 

And then I heard again:

Hey Bubba this must be your first time

To come to the islands and wake up half blind

Yeah, I been watching you since the sun did rise

And by the green look of you and your bloodshot eyes

You must have had one hell of a night

Too much rum….am I guessing you right?

I’m sure your buddies are around here too

Because your lack of clothes is a give-away dude

 

Now my ears are ringing

And I’m feeling kind of sick

I got sand in my teeth

And my tongue is real thick

 

And I guess I might be

Going crazy too

Cause my crab friend just turned a shade blue

I’ve never been hung over quite this bad

Maybe a beer will help me just a tad

Is there feeling coming back to me

Or is that cold water coming from the sea

 

Then to my ear…

Hey Bubba this must be your first time

To come to the islands and wake up half blind

Yeah, I been watching you since the sun did rise

And by the green look of you and your bloodshot eyes

You must have had one hell of a night

Too much rum….am I guessing you right?

I’m sure your buddies are around here too

Because your lack of clothes is a give-away dude

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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