Spoken: Just one island in an ugly string Of prehistoric penal colonies This island is a most remote inhabited spot on earth Each family possesses a registered trademark Which is chipped into the trunk of a tree Sung: Oh bring back the egg unbroken The egg of the sooty nesting tern And you will be made king of this island now The women have gone on up the cliffside They're gathering eggs of their own We'll have them at the celebration when the king is chosen now Jump off the cliff into the ocean You grab an egg, you swim back, Holding it aloft You hold it high above the roughest Of the shark-infested water now, oh my love You bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king You are the King Oh bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king Oh, we'll be thinking of the ocean when the king brings back unbroken The egg of the sooty nesting tern Some well-known, lost, but ancient wisdom The point and purpose which was mysterious, or even vague It says the truth is worse than you could possibly imagine And we islanders, we'll be thinking of escape We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking We'll be thinking of escape We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking We'll be thinking of escape