[Verse 1]
I guess that I was born with that nomad gene
There's very little of this planet that I have not seen
Everybody's on a soapbox, influencers and phones
TikTok Tommy Rock 'round the clock, but I'm still thinkin' Rolling Stones

[Pre-Chorus]
So, where am I gonna go when the volcanos blow?
Everybody's askin' all the time
Contemplatin' Malpeque Bay or a beach bar near Sagres
I'm sure I'll find a way, 'til then, I'll be in the conga line

[Chorus]
A pub in Portugal or PEI, layin' low, stayin' high
I've got my good friends close and trouble far away
Music on a beach called "Singin' Sand"
No big deal, no master plan
We'll bе all right come Monday

[Verse 2]
I'll hopscotch 'cross the ocean on to friеndly archipelagos
Where women sing to Gaia and the marijuana grows
I'm thinkin' Garden of the Gulf where the Portuguese fished long ago
Speak a little Mig Mauw when I can
And then Cavendish do the do-si-do
[Pre-Chorus]
So, where am I gonna go when the volcanos blow?
Everybody's askin' all the time
Contemplatin' Malpeque Bay or a beach bar near Sagres
I'm sure I'll find a way, 'til then, I'll be in the conga line

[Chorus]
A pub in Portugal or PEI, layin' low, stayin' high
I've got my good friends close and trouble far away
Music on a beach called "Singin' Sand"
No big deal, no master plan
We'll be all right come Monday

[Bridge]
Everybody's on a soapbox
And there's way too many phones
Everybody's playin' TikTok Tommy Rock
And I still love the Rolling Stones
Life is always better when you add a little island
A lot of oysters, love and wine, maybe a pub on PEI
With somebody singin' in Portuguese
On the sandbar, feel the ocean breeze
Right now, that sounds real good to me
I really like those possibilities

[Outro]
'Til then, I'll be in the conga line
Where am I gonna go?
'Til then, I'll be in the conga line
Where am I gonna go?
'Til then, I'll be in the conga line
Where am I gonna go?
'Til then, I'll be in the conga line
Where am I gonna go?
Where am I gonna go?