Meet me at the sauna
We'll have a margerita
Got some friends who wanna meet ya
Got some things I wanna teach ya

On the archipelago there's an interesting cargo
On a yacht called The Seagull
We found a mute in the jungle
She's got a question, she can't ask it
She weaves us air-tight baskets
That we float on the ocean
To deliver our potion
(They're just boys here)

Meet me at the sauna
We'll have a margerita
Got some friends who wanna meet ya
Got some things I wanna teach ya

Luxury is suffering for what you love
It's a native superstition that you may have heard of
Echoed by the gaudy birds of paradise
It's a cruel life if you live it right
(They're not evil)

Meet me at the sauna-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We'll have a margerita-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Meet me at the sauna-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Margerita-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
At the sauna-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
(They're just boys here)