Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

She says she knows me and

I’ve got that dreamy look in my eyes

I got a mind to make a dollar

Out of fifteen cents

And buy an island with a view

Of all the summer sets

You see I know where I’m going

And I know where I’ve been

I tell my lady that my ship’s coming in

I got no time for fiasco and the last straw

Seems to be a long ways away



High Tide is coming with the world for me

My type is something that you won’t find



Summer skies keep on asking me why

This island dream and what it means

Has seemed to pass me on by

But it’s just a matter of time,

Right now I’m headin’ to find

That paper paper and the good life

No need for the grind

You see I know where I’m going

And I know where I’ve been

I tell my lady that my ship’s coming in

I got no time for fiasco and the last straw

Seems to be a long ways away



High Tide is coming with the world for me

My type is something that you won’t find



Baby girl if you leave me

You’ll see me someday on the TV

Wish you hadn’t left me for someone else

‘Cause I’ll be getting’ that scrilla

Like the Don himself