Cowboys of the Caribbean - LYRICS

I'm just a country boy stuck in an LA haze

It's my first week off in a hundred days

Thought I'd head to the islands to get a little taste

Of what them parrot heads are squawking about

So, I went surfing through cyber space

Found some cheap tickets to a tropical place

Rounded up my posse at the terminal gate

and we hopped the first bird south

(Chorus)

We'll be the cowboys of the Caribbean

kick off your boots man we ain't gonna need them

saddle up the wave runners here we come Yippee-Ki-Yay and a bottle of rum

We're the wild ones we're the young guns

We're the Cowboys of the Caribbean

We're gonna charter us a boat out of some little harbor

Raise our sails out on the clear blue water

Old glory flying like the jolly roger high upon the mast

We'll so some deep sea fishing and maybe some scuba

Pick up Bahama mamas on the way to Tortuga

We might even cruise all the way to Cuba

And tell Castro's ghost to kiss our Ah, Ha.

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge)

A white sand beach crawling with sun tanned babes

Is a long long way from my home on the range

But sweet Margarita just might convince me to stay,

Yay, yay, yay

(Repeat chorus)

(Last half of chorus)

We're the wild bunch, we're the young guns

We're the Cowboys of the Caribbean