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.
