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
