I'm just a country boy stuck in an LA haze It's my first week off in a hundred days Thought I'd head to the islands to get a little taste Of what them parrot heads are squawking about So, I went surfing through cyber space Found some cheap tickets to a tropical place Rounded up my posse at the terminal gate And we hopped the first bird south We'll be the cowboys of the Caribbean Kick off your boots, man, we ain't gonna need them Saddle up the wave runners here we come Yippee-Ki-Yay and a bottle of rum We're the wild ones, we're the young guns We're the cowboys of the Caribbean We're gonna charter us a boat out of some little harbor Raise our sails out on the clear blue water Old glory flying like the jolly roger high upon the mast We'll so some deep sea fishing and maybe some scuba Pick up Bahama mamas on the way to Tortuga We might even cruise all the way to Cuba And tell Castro's ghost to kiss our Ah, Ha We'll be the cowboys of the Caribbean Kick off your boots, man, we ain't gonna need them Saddle up the wave runners here we come Yippee-Ki-Yay and a bottle of rum We're the wild ones, we're the young guns We're the cowboys of the Caribbean A white sand beach crawling with sun tanned babes Is a long long way from my home on the range But sweet Margarita just might convince me to stay Yay, yay, yay We'll be the cowboys of the Caribbean Kick off your boots, man, we ain't gonna need them Saddle up the wave runners here we come Yippee-Ki-Yay and a bottle of rum We're the wild ones, we're the young guns We're the cowboys of the Caribbean We're the wild bunch, we're the young guns We're the cowboys of the Caribbean