We were on the Isles of Scilly where the gardens are so pretty
And two thousand drunkards clinging to a rock
There, we found a little niche out there on St. Martins beach
And we had ourselves a party that didn't stop

There were people having sex, new age way with mobile text
They were looking all around for new blood
There were young ones and old ones and even comatose ones
They'd gobble us for breakfast if they could

And there was hubbadillia

There was young Angus McChuff who got into a real huff
And he tried to burn the party to the ground
Though I don't say I can blame him but we really had to tame him
If I didn't I don't think we'd be around

To sing hubbadillia

In the morning came the chorus and no one could ignore us
For the island was awoken to the sound
And although the party's flagging and the people are all sagging
Everyone is jumping all around

To hubbadillia