Twenty six 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, twenty-six miles away,
Restin' in the water serene;
I'd work for anyone, even the Navy,
Who would float me to my island dream.
Twenty-six miles, so near yet far -
I'd swim with just some water-wings and my guitar;
I could leave the wings but I'll need the guitar for romance, Romance,
A tropical heaven out in the ocean,
Covered with trees and girls;
If I have to swim, I'll do it forever
Till I'm gazin' on those island pearls.
Forty kilometers in a leaky old boat,
Any old thing that'll stay afloat;
When we arrive we'll all promote romance,
romance, romance, romance.