"On a South Sea Island" by: Walter E. Newman - WWII

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Somewhere on a South Sea Island
Where the sun is like a curse
And each long day is followed
By another just slightly worse.

Where the coral dust blows thicker
Than the shifting desert sands
And the white man dreams of a finer
But slightly older land.

Somewhere in the South Pacific
Where a women is never seen
Where the skies are always cloudy
And the grass is always green.

Where the "gooney birds" fuss nightly
Robbing man of blessed sleep
Where there ain't any whiskey
And but two cans of beer a week.

On the South Pacific Island
Where the nights are made for Love
Where the Moon is like a search light
And the Southern Cross above.

Sparkles like a diamond
In the balmy tropic nights
What a shameful waste of beauty
And not a girl in sight.

Somewhere in the South Pacific
Where the mail is always late
Where a Christmas card in April
Would be considered up to date.

Where we seldom have a pay day
And never have a cent
But we never miss the money, 'cause
We'd never get it spent.

On this South Pacific Island
Where the ants and lizards play
And a thousand fresh mosquitoes
Replace each one you slay.

Somewhere in the South Pacific
Where the "gooney birds' moan and cry
Where the lumbering deep sea turtles
Just crawl upon the beach and die.

Just take me back to the USA
The place I love so well
For this God forsaken Island
Is a substitute for Hell!
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