Butter Rum

hey butter rum
my sweet island muffin
hey butter rum
my sweet island muffin
to the islands you run
and leave me with nothing 
but the rum

in a foreign place 
with an ice cold mojito 
there she stood 
my tropic hurricane  
with the tide so high  
I asked for her name 

I’m the island in the sun 
the style to which all the oceans run to 
you can call me butter rum 
but what would I call you 

hey butter rum
my sweet island muffin
hey butter rum
my sweet island muffin
to the islands you run
and leave me with nothing 
but the rum

wave on the rocks  
tall dark and stormy 
here she crashed 
and rolled back to the sea  
but a raging volcano 
couldn’t keep that girl from me 

I’m the island in the sun 
the style to which all the oceans run to 
you can call me butter rum 
but what would I call you 

hey butter rum
my sweet island muffin
hey butter rum
my sweet island muffin
to the islands you run
and leave me with nothing 
but the rum