DESERT ISLE

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© marmotte
Desert island surrounded by no sea
A little house on the top of a tree
Over a billion little Robinson
Spread all over the planet

Empty streets and not a sound you can hear
Post nuclear atmosphere
Well you’ve got a car but no escape at all
Your breathing space became so small

Oh lucky I am to be
Alone but not lonely
I’ve got the cake and eat it too
Alone on this island with you

A desert island surrounded by no sea
A little house on the top of a tree
Over a billion little Robinson
Spread all over the planet

And when night comes
Under a clear and starry sky
Oh you and I
Floating in our space ship
It’s funny to lose grip
I’m Major Tom you’re Robinson
Toasting 2 glasses of rum
Hey what you say ? How bout Friday ?

It’s sunday… it’s sunday everyday
On our desert Island surounded by no sea
A little house on the top of a tree
Over a billion little Robinson
Spread all over the planet
Losing grip in a spaceship
I’ll be your Major Tom