You Were My Fiji - John Vanderslice

Oh, we kissed only once

In your stripped out apartment

You sold your furniture

So we kissed on the carpet

Like a whaling ship

Oh, is being on tour you know

Next day you gotta set sail

In your 350 Ford

Oh, you, you were my Fiji

Oh, believe me

Those hours with you, they

Only expand

Oh, you, you were my Fiji

Oh, believe me

But I fell in love with

Somebody else’s sand

Somebody else’s dry land

You’re a stripper now

In New Orleans

Fucking whale sank my van and

Took my shipmates into the sea