Lyric A Rum Tale

She s fuddled my fancy, she s muddled me good
I ve taken to drinking, and given up food
I m buying an island, somewhere in the sun
I ll hide from the natives, live only on rum

I m selling my memoirs, I m writing it down
If no one will pay me I ll burn down the town
I ll rent out an aircraft and print on the sky
If God likes my story then maybe he ll buy

I m buying a ticket for places unknown
It s only a one-way: I m not coming home
She s swallowed my secret, and taken my name
To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame