I sometimes wish I am on a plane
The lightning suddenly flashes
And somewhere in the South Pacific
Next to an island it crashes
I get out of the fuselage
Wreck washed up on the beach
And see that only 10 survived
9 pretty girls and me
Who-o-oh
Three flight attendants
An actress, two athletes
Three supermodels and me
The rest of the world for us
Doesn’t exist
We’re living the tropical dream
To shelter from the sun and rain first thing we build a hut
In which we share the same bed of leaves of coconut
But when we cut down palm trees to make a wooden frame
One supermodel gets a splinter and soon dies from gangrene
To have some other food than fruit, we spearhunt for fish
In warm blue sparkling shallow water from the beach to the coral riff
Two girls chase a big school of fish, at the lagoon’s far side
The current takes them to the ocean, so seven stay alive
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