"This is another new song we'd like to do for you now. It's a, tells the Story of a lovely cruise ship couple. You know in November, the snowbirds Start heading south down there, and you've seen them with the matching belt And shoes, condo commandos, you know. So uh, hey that's good shit. I smell It, alright, ooh. We better start this song before I get hungry. This is Called 'Morris' Nightmare'."
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay Everybody do what Bwana Jim say He say its ok, it's ok
You can do what you wanna Do what you like Twist a big ol' number Ride a motorbike It's alright, It's alright
Dance to the drum Drink a lot of rum Love till you come to a stop
Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea Sing it's alright, it's alright
"How does Fred Neil do it? Come on Jay Spell"
You know people in the city got nowhere to go They used to go to bars now they go to Discos No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)
They never see the sun They hardly see the moon They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in June Uptight, It's out of sight
So they save a little money Take a little trip They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship
Buy a little liquor Buy some sea shells Husband tries to sleep Wife just yells Morris, you can sleep when you get home
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay Everybody do what Biwana man say He say its ok, it's ok
It's alright, it's alright Do what you wanna, do what you like
"Morris! Oh for Christ's sake Morris, you can sleep when you get home. This is supposed to be a vacation you know. We come all the way down to Miami. We could go someplace nice like SeaWorld. I would like to go see, Tony Orlando is playing in Miami Beach. We could do some nice things like that. But no, What do we do, we have to go down to this goddamn swamp. This is a swamp Morris. You call this an island? This is a resort? It's full of mosquitoes and bugs and just is terrible Morris. Are you listening to me?"