Wearing SPF 3000 for the ultraviolet rays
Made it to the island on the last
Of the outbound planes (Ahh)
Got a trunk full of Simone and Celine
And of course my magazines
I'm gonna live out my days

Won't somebody, anybody
Be the leader of a new regime?
Free the keepers of the burnt-out scene
Another day lost and paranoia reigns supreme
We need the leader of a new regime