Lyrics

Moving down islands You may travel through the sea of lost ships and planes And disappear in the sea lanes In transit to Bermuda many people see strange spacecrafts Things that they can't explain, all so strange But you must come to Bermuda, and sip your banana daiquiris In the golden sun, in the golden sun If you can't get out of the city to the sun, it's a pity If you can't get out of the city to the sun, it's a pity In transit to Bermuda many ships and planes Disappearing in the sea lanes In transit to Bermuda many ships and planes Disappearing in the sea lanes Oh, yeah, man But you must come to Bermuda, and sip your banana daiquiris In the golden sun, in the golden sun If you can't get out of the city to the sun, it's a pity If you can't get out of the city to the sun, it's a pity In transit to Bermuda many ships and planes Disappearing in the sea lanes In transit to Bermuda many ships and planes Disappearing in the sea lanes Oh, yeah, man Come to Bermuda
Writer(s): Kenneth Dorian Passante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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