I’m on the beach with the wind in my hair,
a Hawaiian print shirt, wearing men’s underwear
My heart is under the ocean floor
If life is just a game, then I don’t want it no more.

You were the man who was so out of reach
Playing cards in a bar on a tropical beach
You got a cigar and a mustache on
You look like Mussolini and it turns me on.

But life is just a game and don’t nobody want to play it too long.
And your mustache it quivers as you softly sing a tropical song.

You look me over with your big glass eye.
You’re talking to your friend and you say “Die, man, die.”
You’re drinking rum; you offer it to me.
I’m a little boy I’m sitting on your knee.

You got a beach house; you take me there
Tropical wind blowing crazy through your hair.
You bend me over; I’m on my knees
On your bed by the window with the big palm leaves.

But that just goes to show that we both know when we pray.
But it also goes to to show that the wind can carry men away.
You tell me life is just a game and don’t nobody want to play it too hard.
You don’t wanna see the day when you’re bluffing on your very last card.

The sun falls down and we call that time
All the people fall down in a long slow line.
With palm leaves framing the sky above
You come on me and we call that love

You were the man who was so out of reach
Now you’re crushed to death on a tropical beach.
I keep my eyes on the tropical sky.
I can’t stay in the land where I saw you die.

But life is just a game and ain’t nobody better take it too true.
Cause when you finally fall then all them losers running over you.
But life is just a game and ain’t nobody better play it too dumb.
You don’t wanna spend your days in the corner sucking on your thumb

Great men’s bones line the ocean floor.
It feels hard to want to be great anymore.