 I'm on my way home Want me back where all things went wrong But I'm here behind my banana tree Drinking margaritas while I'm dancing to the beat I mean the way you talk You make me feel rude The way you want me I'm acting like a dude Did you call to hear the sound of the trees? I got no money in my pockets And no reason to believe There ain't no place where I have to walk to Don't mind about missing the show I've got a boss