26 miles across the sea, Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me.
Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance.
Water all around it, everywhere, tropical trees and the salty air.
But for me, the thing that's a-waitin' there's romance.
It seems so distant, 26 miles away, restin' in the water serene.
I'd work for anyone, even the Navy, who would float me to my island dream.
26 miles so near yet far, I'd swim with just some water wings in mine.
My guitar, I could leave the wings, but I'll need the guitar for romance, romance, romance, romance.
26 miles across the sea, Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me.
Santa Catalina, the island of romance.
A tropical heaven out in the ocean.
I'll pick up a blue traffic, send her through the traffic, if I have to swim, I'll do it forever, till I'm gazing on those island pearls.
40 kilometers in a leaky old boat, any old thing that'll stay afloat, when we arrive, we'll all promote romance, romance, romance, romance.
26 miles across the sea, Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me.
Santa Catalina, the island of romance.
26 miles across the sea, Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me.