Postcard From The Caribbean

Postcard From The Caribbean

Kiwi Coladas and giant prawns,
That's the food by the way.
Blue skies and hot women,
You know what I'm saying.

Rap on the radio I actually like,
Plenty of 'scorchio', a table with Mike
And Irene, a very nice couple;
But I said too much,
So now I'm in trouble.

We're both red as the lobsters
That swam into our soup,
But there's no heart of darkness,
In our merry group.
As we take a trip up the river
From 'Apocalypse Now',
Drunk at twelve in the morning,
It's time to say 'Ciao'.

Date mostly written: 2002