magnetic fix on my compass
A true northern girl on my starboard
We met on the beach by the harbor
We filled the reefer with lobster and beer
And now we're leaving the slip
We might be slow, but on island time
The journey itself is what
Sailin' life is what I choose
Imported rum is my kind of booze
Hawaiian style in the Sandwich Islands
At one particular harbor on the Kona Coast
Is where we lower our sails
Drinking Coronas and looking for whales
As the big orange ball gives
The ocean looks like a lake
We listen to a bootleg of Callaloo
Sailing life is what I choose
Imported rum is my kind of booze
I scuba dive and I fish the pylons
Oh, I am stylin' the Sandwich Islands
Sailin' life was made for me
Just the sound of the wind and silence
Oh, I am stylin' the Sandwich Islands
can go right straight to Hain
Sailing life is what I choose
Imported rum is my kind of booze
I scuba dive and I fish the pylons
Oh, I am stylin' the Sandwich Islands
Sailin' life was made for me
Just the sound of the wind and silence
Oh, I am stylin' the Sandwich Islands
Just the sound of the wind and silence
Hey, Linda, can you pass me
I gotta get the torn butter
Maybe we should crack open
some of those macadamia nuts, too.
Oh, and can you pour me a
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