The Islands

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