Morris' Nightmare

"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?"

"Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!"