Now the half-dead pants were wandering around, plagued by thirst.
For weeks now, they had been wandering around the 7 seas.
Hurricanes and scurvy had brought the crew
To the end of their strength.
Then finally on the 52nd day of their odyssey
It sounded from the lookout: land in Visibility!
In front of them lay the island of their dreams.
A rough bunch that found each other here;
No one has ever known each other before.
Now everyone is in the same boat
And they fight together against thirst and death,
/>Thirst and death, thirst and death.
Looking for the Liquor Island!
Looking for the Liquor Island!
Aah, Liquor Island!
Aah, Liquor Island!
Heading north-northwest under a false flag,
The three of them held the steering wheel.
A ship is rammed on the port side,
The lookout recognized it too late.
Looking for the Liquor Island!
Looking for the Liquor Island!
Aah, Liquor Island!
Aah, Liquor Island!
The journey is over, there is a leak in the bow,
The boarding call sounds from aft.
We leave the cart on the side of the road,
Try to walk to it to go party.
In search of the liquor island!
In search of the liquor island!
Aah, liquor island!
Aah, liquor island!
Aah, liquor island!

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