Butter Rum Goose (Band)

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