He left Maine 'cause he needed a change, ece of serenity. Now he tends bar, at the Old Mango, And he see's tourists come and go, With their pressed pants and camera case, Too much sunburn on their face. Now he watches the snow on CNN, With all of his dope smokin friends, Just look at the Hell they must be in He swears he won't go back again. 'Cause, He's an island boy, Now he's an island boy. Livin his life where stress is the enemy Now he's an island boy, A stone's throw from St. Croix, He (tabcountry.com)