Well I've gotta get out of this place
I got this feeling all around me, yeah
I've, I've got to escape cause I know you can't stand me, yeah
We're jetting round the sun in Caribbean
Now the shores of Eve Lucia
The chintz of the manner is bound to inspire an automatic nausea
Yes, you're losing your mind
Cause I know you can't stand me, yeah
Well I can't help that I exist
You know you can't stand me, yeah
Jetting round the sun in Caribbean
Now the shores of Eve Lucia
And I know it's bound to inspire a certain kind of nausea
But the rain falls hard on your dead end street
You don't get nothing except the people you meet
You got no reason except pain and regret
You're looking for something and you haven't found it yet
Yes, you're losing your mind