Chorus: F I donʼt know C7 I donʼt know F Bb I donʼt know where Iʼm a gonna go F C7 F When the vol-cano blow F Bb F Ground sheʼs movinʼ under me Bb F Tidal waves out on the sea Bb F Sulphur smoke up in the sky Bb F Pretty soon we learn to fly Chorus. My girl quickly say to me Mon you better watch your feet Lava come down soft and hot You better lava me now or lava me not Chorus. No time to count what Iʼm worth ʼCause I just left the planet earth Where I go I hope thereʼs rum Not to worry mon soon come Chorus. F Bb F But I donʼt want to land in New York City C7 F Donʼt want to land in Mexi-co Bb F Donʼt want to land on no Three Mile Island C7 F Donʼt want to see my skin aglow Donʼt want to land in Commanche Sky park Or in Nashville, Tennessee Donʼt want to land in no San Juan airport Or the Yukon Territory Donʼt want to land no San Diego Donʼt want to land in no Buzzards Bay Donʼt want to land on no Eye-Yatullah I got nothing more to say Chorus.