By Jimmy Buffett
(Let me hear you now)
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Ground, she movin’ under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Chorus
My girl quickly say to me
“Mon you better watch your feet”
Lava come down soft and hot
“You better lava me now or lava me not”
Chorus
No time to count what I’m worth
cause I just left the planet Earth
Where I go I hope there’s rum
Not to worry mon soon come
Chorus
But I don’t want to land in New York City
I don’t want to land in Mexico
I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island
I don’t want to see my skin a-glow
Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park
or in Nashville, Tennessee
I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory
Don’t want to land no San Diego
Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay
I don’t want to land on no Ayatolla
I got nothin’ more to say
Chorus