I Know That When You Touched Down

You Had To Hit The Ground Running

Your Friends Weren't Around They Were Done In

By The Girl Who Speaks Ouzo Babble Well



I Guess The Word Just Got Around

The New Wave Bitch From Hell Ain't Got No Lover

She's Come Back To The Island For Another

Spilling Drachma In Her Vodka All Night Long



I Heard You Really Got Sick

Sick In Santorini

You Found A Greek Who Liked Martinis

You Used The Olives For Bikinis



You Never Like To Take It Slow

Forever Fire You Were Roaring

Like Niagra Falls You Were Pouring

No Act Of God Could Slow Your Party Down



But Every Story Got And Ending

You Kissed Every Boy Saint And Sinner

Your Grecian Holiday Was A Winner

'Til They Had To Scrape Your Head Up Off The Ground



I Heard You Really Got Sick

Sick In Santorini

The Sun Was Down And You Were Frying

The Boys Weren't Around And You Were Dying



You Know, You Know, You Got Sick