Testo My Sunny Island

A brown-skin girl wipes the suit from her windowJust to watch the sun rise over big city skiesHer falther awakes "Cuffs" lights his first cigaretteYou know he's got to go when that factory whistle blowsSo he walks out into the streetsAnd all of his friends that he meetsWonder why did they ever leave their sunny islandThe wind blows cold with it brings the snowsYou live in hand to mouth next winter you move SouthIf your number falls or if you work those extra hoursBut you only live in a dreamThat carries you back on its wingsAnd all your friends just sit around the barAnd sing about your sunny islandAnd there ain't no surfIt's the sidewalks on 42nd streetAnd the natives down thereThey ain't so friendlyIn fact they would stick youFor the shoes on your feetJust make you want to retreatTo your sunny islandThe traffic eats the streets you're running from the heatThat keeps coming down pushing you into the groundYou're learning far too late your children learn to hateThe way you live but you got nomore to giveAnd in dockland they still arriveWith promised land in their eyesAnd you just wish you could live out your lifeOn your sunny islandAnd there ain't no surfIt's the sidewalks on 42nd streetAnd the natives down thereThey ain't so friendlyIn fact they would stick youFor the shoes on your feetJust make you want to retreatTo your sunny island