Just sit right back and sip an ale,
I promise to be quick
I'll tell you tales til you get bored
or maybe you'll get sick.

The Birdman was an oddity
The Pod was a coffee addict
The Pod Killer was losing his mind
and Junior's nose was thick
and Junior's nose was thick

They got together at about noon
for a three hour rap
About the days of Fairview
and loads of other crap
and loads of other crap

The hours started getting long
The wives were gettin fed up
The revelry ran a quarter till three
They could barely keep their heads up

The stories they were getting tall
The beer and wine ran amuck
Then Dave arrived, the party revived
The first to fall was Chuck
The first to fall was Chuck

One by one they crashed where they lay
They were all starting to nod
The last to go down was the Birdman
and his imaginary Pod.
and his imaginary Pod.

They're thrown together on this desert isle
on the Gulf of Mexico
No 'Net, no cell, no email!
It's primitive as can be.

There was Birdman, the 'Killer too,
The Alien and his wife,
The Rock and Roll Star,
Junior and a great tan,
Here on Anna Maria Isle.