While at the beach right down the street
from the motel where we were
A bottle washed ashore and then what's more
it happened to come and land at my feet.
To my surprise I found rolled up inside
a letter dated nineteen hundred and ninety five
Two thousand and eleven it was today
Sixteen years had passed but what did it say.
This letter may as well have been sent from hell
and it'll do no good to send us any help
Never drink the potion to take a notion
to sail the Bermuda Triangle in the ocean.
Our boat wont float it's in pieces you see
for it smashed and crashed here on this beach
In pain in the rain by a crazy man we were found
and after many a day we wound up in this town.
When we asked him where we were on the double
he answered that we were in the middle of trouble
That's trouble with a capital t for we
are on an island called Trouble in the Bermuda sea.
What's the name of this town we asked with a frown
Init he said while we slowly climbed out of our beds
So here we are in the middle of Init without any hope
of ever getting back to the states with or without a boat.
Just two towns on Trouble Island I say he said
and you can reach them both in a day or two, alive or dead
Init and Outofit for there are no others
You'll meet fathers and mothers or sisters and brothers.