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
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
Hey butter rum, hey butter rum
Hey butter rum, hey butter rum
Hey butter rum, hey butter rum
My sweet island muffin
My sweet island muffin
To the islands you run
And leave me with nothing
But the rum
To the islands you run
And leave me with nothing
But the rum