I wanna back to the island
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'
Gimme oysters and beer
For dinner every day of the year and I'll feel fine
I'll feel fine
Yeah now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water
Sailboats they go searchin' for the breeze
Salt air it ain't thin
It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine
Makes you feel fine
~Jimmy Buffett
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