When we set out in our canoe
Thought it would be fun
We had sandwiches, a flask of tea
And a great big bottle [bad word] 
We sang and drank and laught a lot
Or just drifted in the sun
But we would've turn back there and there
If we knew what was [bad word]  [bad word] 
Down the river of no return
We drifted through this land
Through the valley of lost souls
To the island, the island of the damned!

Somewhere alond the ...
spear gone through out boat
The water started pouring in
We didn't know if we'll float

The sun went in, the wind got up
And the rain came pouring down
As I bail out water with my hat
I thought that we would drown
 [bad word] 
And as the boat was going down
We saw a piece of land
An island in the distance
pile of mud and sand

There was DEADri, there was Bet and me
But only room for two
I looked at them they looked at me
Will it be me or you?
 [bad word] 
We found an old black plastic bag
And stuffed it in the hole
It still let in some water but
We hoped that it would hold

Bet lost the draw, and puddled off
And we knew her life would end
In a God-forsaken seaside town
natives called 'Southend'
 [bad word] 
Now all we do is sit here
Taking in the sun
But I think that when the [bad word] I won't be so much fun

There's nothing to eat but seaweed
And dead crabs that float by
If it wasn't quite so funny
I think that I might cry
 [bad word] 
The island of the damned!