Letra
Ver letra con acordes
CAPO II
[Verse 1]
Just sit right back and you ll hear tale, A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port, a-board this tiny ship
The mate was a mighty sailin man, the skipper brave and sure
Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour, A three hour tour
[Verse 2]
The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed
If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the minnow would be lost
The Minnow would be lost
[Interlude]
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper Too, The Millionaire and his wife
The mo-vie star, The professor and Mary Ann, Here on Gilligan s Isle
[Verse 4]
So, this is a tale of our castaways, they re here for a long, long time
They ll have to make the best of things, it s an uphill climb
The first mate and his skipper too will do their very best
To make the others comfortable in the tropic island nest
No phone - no lights, no motorcars, not a single lux - ury
Just like Robinson Crusoe, it s primitive as can be
[Verse 5]
So join us here each week my friend, You re sure to get a smile
From seven stranded castaways, Here on Gilligan s Isle
[Verse 1]
Just sit right back and you ll hear tale, A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port, a-board this tiny ship
The mate was a mighty sailin man, the skipper brave and sure
Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour, A three hour tour
[Verse 2]
The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed
If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the minnow would be lost
The Minnow would be lost
[Interlude]
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper Too, The Millionaire and his wife
The mo-vie star, The professor and Mary Ann, Here on Gilligan s Isle
[Verse 4]
So, this is a tale of our castaways, they re here for a long, long time
They ll have to make the best of things, it s an uphill climb
The first mate and his skipper too will do their very best
To make the others comfortable in the tropic island nest
No phone - no lights, no motorcars, not a single lux - ury
Just like Robinson Crusoe, it s primitive as can be
[Verse 5]
So join us here each week my friend, You re sure to get a smile
From seven stranded castaways, Here on Gilligan s Isle