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)