You're not much good to me
Staring out to sea, gracing your island
There's more to it you see
My auburn queen repeat, your royal highness
I could be wrong
One week could be far too long
Should I stay?
Or should I fly away
For seven nights?
Seven nights, seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
You're far too good to me
Alive at five AM waking your island
But Mary can't you see
That cocked and loaded gun might take your eye out?
A lizard for life
Everyday at least a mile
I never played the guitar
In Carson's Bar
For seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
For seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
And the pirates show their stolen gold
And threaten us with smiles
While the man that walks his laden ass
Covers yet another mile
The CNC do cartwheels
In the blazing summer sun
And the Jeagermeister's calling me
To maybe try another one
As she throws a silver yesterday
Into tomorrows liquid blue
Her island smiles for one last time
At the start of something new
As the little blue Piaggio
Feels the rust begin to bite
He smirks his recognition
Like he has for seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
Seven nights, seven nights
You're not much good to me
Staring out to see, gracing your island