[Verse 1: ?]
Hop on your sailboats or your Chris-Craft rafts and lets make a forward motion
We're going to live on an island of trash in the middle of the ocean
Its a new continent made from all our excess and wastes you see
Because the old ones are being destroyed and soon there will be no place for me, for you
No place for you

[Verse 2]
On this man-made atoll there are no gender roles and there's no racism
There's a new form of government, called no fucking government, there's no rules at all
Except for 'Do what thy will' as long as your not hurting anybody else
There's no social class, no rat race, no accumulation of wealth

[Bridge]
Because my trash is your pile of trash, your trash is my trash too
It's my trash too, my trash too
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

[Outro]
Hop on your sailboats or your Chris-Craft rafts and lets make a forward motion
We're going to live on an island of trash in the middle of the ocean
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la