I won a free trip to spend a week,
On a small island in the sea.
And who could resist that paradise,
A tropical luxury.
So I sat on the beach sipping lemonade,
For that is the life for me.

The next day I found a wooden box,
With an odd-looking paper scrap,
I studied its symbols carefully,
And learned that it was a map.
But right then I was grabbed by some strong-armed men
I'd fallen into their trap.

They told me about a pirate crew,
Who had sailed here in times of old,
They came to this island in a storm,
To bury their stash of gold.
But they never returned to reclaim their loot:
A chest filled with wealth untold.

They needed my help to read the map.
And they told me they had a gun.
We marched through the jungle all day long,
While I sweated in the sun,
Then we came to the edge a rocky cliff,
Our journey was nearly done.

Go twelve paces north from the cliff,
Then twenty paces west to a rock,
Go ten paces north to a giant tree.
X marks the spot.

We went to the place the map had marked,
And they made me dig up the ground,
Eventually I heard a thud,
Of something that I had found,
Then a small squad of men from the CIA,
Emerged from the woods around.

They'd been tracking down these criminals,
With the local authority,
They took all the crooks, but let me go,
With a ten percent Finder's fee.
Now I'm back on the beach, sipping lemonade,
For that is the life for me.

Yes that is the life for me