L.a. - Intellectual

I wanna go where the gulf breezes blow

Where there's no one to know or see

To Isla Mujeres

Just a few days in the wind and the waves

Face down in the sand and the sun

Just my baby and me

And I wanna see shoreline palms wave at me

Balmy Caribbean Bonitas

On Isla Mujeres

Yo soy un hombre que cantar las estrellas

They say you can never forget

You don't wanna go home

Si es verdad -- it's so simple it's true

I'm spending my days with the skates and rays

My nights I spend making love with you

Lobsters and clams (well I lied about the clams)

But you don't give a damn

For the city -- not London or Paris

When your on Isla Mujeres

You can be who you are 'neath the sun and the stars

Of this tropical heaven

It's a tropical heaven

(Instrumental)

All things must pass, so I've heard people say

They go back to the grind that's been killin' mankind

Since he first stood up and he stayed that way

I'm leavin' at eight

My plane's at the gate

I don't wanna be late

I don't care what the fare is

From Isla Mujeres

To New York or LA

A round trip is one way

Back to Isla Mujeres

I'm going back to Isla Mujeres