In a warmer state with a clear blue sea
We layed on the beach under golden moons
Culebra in February
A statue's head under the leaves

We drove out in the morning up from old San Juan
The consulate saluted and we had a little rum
Culebra, a spoken myth into the trees over the leaves

See your tunnel vision
Lazy mister
Strewns about and skips the dishes
I'm approaching Valhalla by now

See your dumb ambitions
Switch volitions
Cast a net and pray for fishes
Shoot my foot
Always a "Kick Me" sign on my head autographed by me

Culebra!
Culebra!
Culebra!
Culebra!

We had no transmitter and my last cigarette
We slept in the forest of an old state park
The coqui frogs beckoned to sleep
A ferry to an island dream
We roar like lions but I hide like thieves
Don't wanna wake the gods from a slumber deep
This trail is worn and so am I
Culebra, a distant island

See your tunnel vision
Lazy mister
Strewns about and skips the dishes
I'm approaching Valhalla by now

Culebra!
Culebra!
Culebra!
Culebra!