breezes from the mountains blow As I wake up and dress to go On the island, dawn is breaking In the harbor, tanker's waiting From the land of the rising sun They bring their old plutonium And we unload it in the bay For two dollars

Cool breezes from the mountains blow As I wake up and dress to go On the island, dawn is breaking In the harbor, tanker's waiting From the land of the rising sun They bring their old plutonium And we unload it in the bay For two dollars forty cents a day Do you want my Do you want my Do you want my Do you want my job I hump the stuff, I take the cash So my kids can wear Adidas And if you live here, home, you know We ain't got no place else to go I remember when the air was sweet And I brought home the fish to eat Now we buy Spam from the grocery store 'Cause you can't eat the fish no more. Do you want my Do you want my Do you want my Do you want my job