Island Man

Here's another of my songs. I wrote it last Labor Day weekend, along with Clue and a couple others. It's my second favorite, after Clue. 


For maximum impact, it should be sung with a strong Jamaican accent.






Island Man

I'm on an island

with some tropical heat

but my island's in

the middle of the street

My island's not

quite up to the hype

it's your more non-

traditional type

The ocean has been 

replaced with land

just a lotta asphalt

and a handful of sand

It's still an island

an island to me

it's just a traffic

island, you see

I'm on an island

but I can't get free

All the cars are

trapping me

They're on all sides

They go by so fast

I can't find a

way to get past

I'm on an island

and it's really great

except for all the

times I hallucinate

Gotta lotta visions

They're all caused

By too many fumes

of exhaust

I'm on an island

and it's hard to see

All the smog

can't be healthy

I'm on an island

got a cooking fire

 made it out of 

one old tire

I'm on an island

There's not much to do

to kill some time

I can make a stew

Using roadkill and

other stuff I find

maybe I'll throw in

that pumpkin rind

I'm on an island

and the only fish I see

are at the Skipper's 

restaurant next to me

I'm on an island

here I make my bed

on the curb 

that's painted red

I'm on an island

But it's hard to sleep

All the trucker's horns

are so darn deep

I'm here all day

I gotta lot of time

If you pass by

could you spare a dime?