It's A Fine Line Between Saturday Night

Mother, Mother Ocean, I Have Heard You Call. Wanted To Sail Upon Your Waters, Since I Was Three Feet Tall. You've Seen It All, You've Seen It All. Watched The Men Who Rode You, Switch From Sails To Steam. In Your Belly, You Hold The Treasure That Few Have Ever Seen, Most Of Them Dreams, Most Of Them Dreams.

They Send You Off To College, Try To Gain A Little Knowledge, But All You Want To Do Is Learn How To Score.

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!

Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw?

My Occupational Hazard Is My Occupation's Just Not Around.