Let us head on down
To Tikiville
Roll your windows down
In Tikiville
And I think
Everybody here is
Just a little tipsy
But it’s quite alright
«Are you sure?
I think that’s a gallon»
Like a frat boy party
Yes, it’s quite alright
Wear your funny hats
To Tikiville
Raise your martini glass
In Tikiville
What you say
That you lost your job, ay?
Well, we really don’t care
But let’s toast to that
What you say
That she broke your heart, ay?
I can’t say that I care
Yes, let’s toast to that
All day long they only eat
Cocktail onions and the olives
That sit in their glass
Malnourished but totally intoxicated
That’s where I want to be yes
Tikiville, here I come
Tikiville, here I come
What you say
That you lost your job, ay?
Well, we really don’t care
But let’s toast to that
All day long they dance
And they sing Irish tunes
As they down each mug after mug
All their woes and troubles
Are no longer there however
Now their liver functions
Aren’t so good, not so good, not so good
My goodness
All the girls and boys here
Down in Tikiville
Are so beautiful
Can I be
Like a Tikivillian
«Well, that’s very easy
Let me sip my wine»
So now I’ve
Become Tikivillian
I drink my champagne
Down in Tikiville