Lyrics
[Verse 1] We sank in the hammocks when the noon tide was low, Mara said, “our suitcase took a bus of its own.” It toured three small villages, came back with a hat, And a postcard addressed to a very lost cat. [Chorus] Tell it again, pass the mango around, One little mishap and we’re rolling on the ground. Salt on our shoulders, sand on our feet, Every new story makes the laughter repeat. [Verse 2] Jules booked a boat trip to a cove on the map, But climbed aboard a fishing boat taking lunch for a nap. He came back with a coconut, a fish-shaped cake, And directions to a beach that the chart couldn’t make. [Chorus] Tell it again, pass the mango around, One little mishap and we’re rolling on the ground. Salt on our shoulders, sand on our feet, Every new story makes the laughter repeat. [Verse 3] Then niko wore flippers to the market at ten, Tried to walk through the doorway and backed out again. The fruit seller bowed, gave him two limes for the show, Now we laugh so hard that the hammock ropes bow. [Bridge] The sun slips lower, the sea turns to glass, We swear we’ll behave on the next trip—then laugh. No perfect itinerary, no need to pretend, The best little detours are shared with a friend. [Final chorus] Tell it again, pass the mango around, One little mishap and we’re rolling on the ground. Salt on our shoulders, sand on our feet, Every new story makes the laughter repeat. [Outro] Hammocks sway easy, the stories roll on, We’ll be laughing about this when the season is gone.
