I Call It Paradise

Well I'm flying out on Sunday on a big old aeroplane
Going to an island, but I can't recall its name
They tell me that it's different there, the natives are so nice
Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise

So many months of working
I have to get away
To end up on this island
It's crazy in a way
We got roosters talking in the morn'
Frogs chirp hard at night
And it lasts long into the morning light

Well I'm flying out on Sunday on a big old aeroplane
Going to an island, but I can't recall its name
They tell me that it's different there, the natives are so nice
Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise

Pastel colored houses lined up on the seashore
So many pirate caverns, too many to explore
The grass is always green, and the sun it always shines
Ask anyone, it's truly one of a kind

Well I'm flying out on Sunday on a big old aeroplane
Going to an island, but I can't recall its name
They tell me that it's different there, the natives are so nice
Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise

It's the perfect escape to a distant type of world
We'll sail beyond the sunset like a painting or a mural

Pink sand, warm sunlight, and clear blue skies await
If you get the chance to go, don't dare hesitate
It's a place where the water's aqua blue and the sky is pink at night
Sit your ass in the sand, and everything's alright

Well I'm flying out on Sunday on a big old aeroplane
Going to an island, but I can't recall its name
They tell me that it's different there, the natives are so nice
Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise

Well I'm flying out on Sunday on a big old aeroplane
Going to an island, but I can't recall its name
They tell me that it's different there, the natives are so nice
Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise

Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise
Some call it their home, but me, I call it paradise



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