There's an island in the ocean
All covered in lush green plants.
It's called the Island of Bad Luck.
The savages who live on the island
Are all so very unhappy.
Their faces are terrible,
But their hearts are kind.
Whatever they do
They can't do anything right.
They must've been born on a Monday.
The coconut tree won't grow,
The crocodile won't get caught,
They weep and they pray,
They don't even try to stop their tears.
They are a hardworking people
And they might live ok,
They should just cancel their Mondays
Once and for all.
But on that accursed island
There are no calendars,
So grown-ups and small kids alike
All just waste their lives there.
Grown-ups and small kids alike
Just waste their lives there,
On that accursed island,
With no calendars
Whatsoever.
(C) The Diamond Arm