Cowboys Of The Caribbean

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

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

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

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

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 the wild bunch, we're the young guns
We're the cowboys of the Caribbean