Gilligan's Isle, Part 1

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fearful ride
That started from a smoggy Port (Said)
To rest in the sandy tide.

The mate was a mighty intern man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Youth staff team set sail that day
For a white desert tour, a white desert tour.

The drive there started getting rough,
The youth staff getting cross,
If not for the humor of the tour guides
Their salvation would be lost, salvation would be lost.

The Land Cruisers make camp that night amid the crowdless sand
With Gilligan (me)
The Skipper (Travis) too,
The millionaire (Brophy) and his wife (Mo),
The movie star (Ashley)
The professor (Kevin) and Mary Ann (Annie),
Here on Gilligans Isle.


So this is the tale of the youth staff team,
Stuck in the desert land,
No comforts and no luxuries,
but smoking contraband.

The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will organize a game,
But working on their summer tans,
The girls would just act lame.

From 10 am to 5 pm,
We jumped from dune to dune,
Like Bob Barker or Mr. Burns,
We dried up like a prune.

So join me here the next few days,
You're sure to get a rile,
Reading 'bout our adventures,
Here on "Grilled Again Isle." (We roasted in that hot sun...)