Goose - Butter rum

^Ghey butter rum my sweet island muffin ^Chey butter rum my sweet island ^Gmuffin to the ^Dislands you run and ^Emleave me with ^Cnothing but the ^Grum

^Gin a foreign place with an ice cold mojito there she ^Cstood my tropic h^Gurricane F ...D with the tide so high I asked for her ^Gname I’m the ^Cisland in the sun the style to which all the oceans ^Grun to Em...D C you can call me butter rum D G....D but what would I call you

^Ghey butter rum my sweet island muffin ^Chey butter rum my sweet island ^Gmuffin to the ^Dislands you run and ^Emleave me with ^Cnothing G...D but the rum

^Gwave on the rocks tall dark and stormy here she ^Ccrashed and rolled back to the^G sea F ...D but a raging volcano couldn’t keep that girl f^Grom me I’m the ^Cisland in the sun the style to which all the oceans ^Grun to Em...D C you can call me butter rum D G...D but what would I call you

^Ghey butter rum my sweet island muffin ^Chey butter rum my sweet island muffin to the ^Dislands you run and ^Emleave me with ^Cnothing G...D but the rum