Island In the Sun

They named it the rock

Land of the living dead

A repose for the rich and famous

All the infamous would tell each other's lies

Why did they want to tell the truth

On an island in the sun

Cool Pacific winds blow

Most were poets

And they wrote in basic prose

On the walls of their Sunset Boulevard

In their nine by five rooms became inspired

By the silence in sight of the city

On an island in the sun

Cool Pacific winds blow

Just across the bay

Battered by the waves

On an island in the sun

Cool Pacific winds blow

Just across the bay

Battered by the waves