Tropical

I sometimes wish I am on a plane The lightning suddenly flashes And somewhere in the South Pacific Next to an island it crashes I get out of the fuselage Wreck washed up on the beach And see that only 10 survived 9 pretty girls and me Who-o-oh Three flight attendants An actress, two athletes Three supermodels and me The rest of the world for us Doesn’t exist We’re living the tropical dream To shelter from the sun and rain first thing we build a hut In which we share the same bed of leaves of coconut But when we cut down palm trees to make a wooden frame One supermodel gets a splinter and soon dies from gangrene To have some other food than fruit, we spearhunt for fish In warm blue sparkling shallow water from the beach to the coral riff Two girls chase a big school of fish, at the lagoon’s far side The current takes them to the ocean, so seven stay alive 2 flight attendants An actress, an athlete 2 supermodels and me The rest of the world for us Doesn’t exist We’re living the tropical dream Our skin is weathered Our dry sun-bleached hair Highlights the bronze of our tan Scratches and abrasions We’re vibrant and sexy Our lives are in our hardened hands We go through the jungle to get water from a spring All senses are enthralled by magnificent emerald-green The film-star girl steps on a snake, she falls down paralyzed The venom travels to her brain and in 3 hours she dies We’re only human after all, 5 island years pass 4 out of 6 hot girls get pregnant, some not only once But two die giving birth without good obstetric care Free life in paradise has pros and cons for the happy 8 2 flight attendants a model, an athlete 4 little babies and me The rest of the world for us Doesn’t exist We’re living the tropical dream Our skin is weathered Our dry sun-bleached hair Highlights the bronze of our tan Scratches and abrasions The island of Eden Or maybe the island in Hell