It was a calm and balmy tropic night Strolling along in the bright moonlight Carried on the breeze Pulsing through the trees The night air was coming to life
A bamboo band was playing To a beach party playing Grass skirts erotically swaying So, I wandered in, passed a whisky or gin Couldn't tell, spirits in a shell
The bamboo band hypnotically thrumming From the strange spirits my head humming Thrumming, thrumming, humming
(brief interlude)
Across the white sand The gentle breeze was blowing Impatience in store The throng began calling Calling for more
Floating on by A coy smile caught my eye Enticed me to join right in Toe tapping feet, driven by the beat Moved with a will of their own
Deep in a well Consumed by her spell Easy to tell, flying high All the cares of the world Floated by Deep into the night Far out of sight All good things Surely have to end And the strains of the band faded away
(Instrumental break)
The moon on the sand We left hand in hand Still under the spell Of the bamboo band Hand in hand Skipping over the sand Magically, ecstatically over the sand For what the band had begun The night was young.
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