Avast Me Hardies... That be Bermuda Dead Ahead

I'm now getting excited. I feel better after the last few days of allergy (blech)attacks and I am NOW really looking forward to shoving off and making waves to Bermuda. All I know is that within an hour of getting on that big-ass boat on Sunday, I want a nice, strong rum drink damn it. And for this trip, like most of my other sea-faring trips, I will be accompanied by my buddy, Mr. Jimmy Buffett. Well, through my iPod, that is.

Boat Drinks
Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to saint somewhere
Im close to bodily harm

Twenty degrees and the hockey games on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
Screamin boat drinks, something to keep em all warm

This mornin, I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm

Id like to go where the pace of lifes slow
Could you beam me somewhere mr. scott?
Any ol place here on earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

Oh I know, (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm

Boat drinks
Waitress I need two more boat drinks
Then Im headin south fore my dream shrinks

I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm!

I gotta go where there aint any snow
Where there aint any blow
Cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it's warm