ain't it nice
to not think about
your age or go to work
on a Monday in a wild road rage...

ain't it nice
to just chill and be
you, where the sky is clear
and where the water's always
blue. . .

ain't it nice to be
in a place that feels like
home, and meeting
up with islanders
you feel like they're your own?

and ain't it really cool
when you feel just like a kid
and you dance like no one's lookin'
and you say "I'm glad I did!" ?