Just one island, and an ugly string
Of prehistoric penal colonies
This island is the most remote inhabited spot on Earth
Each family possesses a registered trademark
Which is chipped into the trunk of a tree

Oh, bring back the egg unbroken
The egg of the sooty nesting turn
And you will be made king of this island now

The women have gone on up the cliff side
They're gathering eggs of their own
We'll have them at the celebration
When the king is chosen now

Jump the cliff into the ocean
You grab an egg
You swim back
Holding it aloft
You hold it high above the shark infested waters now
Oh my love

You bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king
You are the king

Oh bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king
Oh we'll be thinking of the ocean
When the king brings back unbroken the egg
Of the sooty nesting turn

Some well-known, lost, but ancient wisdom
The point and purpose
Which was mysterious
Or Even vague
It says the truth is worse than you can possibly
Imagine

And we islanders will be thinking of escape
We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking, we'll be thinking
Of escape!
We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking, we'll be thinking
Of escape!