I’ve been working down South
The old Caribbean
I’ve been a’burning the Coast
Guard out
From St. Pete to St. Croix
Freedom is my wager
Smuggling is my game Smuggling is my game
Cocaine is my pleasure
It’s about to drive me insane
Gonna get me a room
Gonna get paid, gonna get laid
Gonna get real, real high
Sing me a tune
Gonna get real, real high
Belly up boys, let’s make some noise
For tomorrow we may die
I don’t want to get busted
I don’t want to get popped
Lord, you know I can be trusted
But, hell, I can’t be stopped
I’ve got a pocketful of money
And I’ve been pissing it away
Baby, are you my honey
Or are you spying for the damned ol’ D.E.A.
