s I've had it with this weather My skin is pale as bleach I'm heading back to Kinja And stretch out on the beach My past is in these boxes All clean and neatly packed No time for sorrow, I leave tomorrow There's no turning back No turning back, I'm island bound I want to turn from white to brown Sing and dance to calypso songs Trade in this mink for a pink sarong I really do admire him And what he's taking on This island and these crazies But I fear he'll soon be gone Can't (guitartabs.cc)