Something about the way you move inside a room
Makes me want to get to know you
Want to stay up late and hold you all night long
'Til we wake up in the morning light
We put our faces on, ride the train an hour long
The day will come, the day will go again
On the outside I look busy
On the inside I'm Ulysses and you're my
Calypso on an island made of sand
And I never want to make it back to land
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da va-da-va-da
Something about the way you make me feel at home
Makes me wish I had a spare room
Keep your toothbrush and your perfume at my place
Yeah we might be moving in too fast
How can I maintain my distance
You're the path of least resistance you're my
Calypso on an island made of sand
And I never want to make it back to land
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ah-ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da-da oh yeah
Ba-va-da-va-da
Bai-do-dai-do-ba-da-da
Ba-da-daiya da-do-da-do-da-dap
Bai-do-ba-bai-do-ba-bai-do-ba-ba-dap
Bo-bap-ba-ba-bo-ba-baiyo-o-oh
'Cause you're my
Calypso on an island made of sand
And I never want to make it back to land
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ah-ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da-da oh yeah
Ba-va-da-va-da-da-da da yeah
Ba-va-da-va-da-da-da da yeah
Ba-va-da-va-da da da da
Oh you're my calypso
Oh you're my you're my you're my you're my you're my
Oh you're my
And I never want to make it back to land no no no
Ba-va-da-va-da-da-da yeah yeah
Ba-va-da-va-da-da-da oh yeah
Ba-va-da-va-da da da da
Ba-va-da-va-da da - da da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da da-da
Ba-va-da-va-da da da da
Ba-va-da-va-da da da da
Ba-va-da-va-da-da