And you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from your homely port,
Away from your working shift.
All your mates will be mighty sailin’ men,
Your the Skipper brave and sure,
Five mates of yours set sail that day,
For a three hour tour,
A three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,
The front doors of the boatshed you closed.
If not for the luxuries of this great beach shack.
Your weeknd would be lost.
Your weeknd would be lost.

Your car was parked on the shore
Of this secret tranquil strip
With you acting as Gilligan,
The Skipper too.
The millionaire neighbour
And his wife,
The movie star,
The professor and Mary Ann,
Here at Campbells Cove.

So this is the tale as you turn into castaways,
You’ll be here for a long long time.
Its very easy to make the best of things,
As it’s not an uphill climb.

The first mate and his Skipper too
Will do their very best,
To make the others comf’terble
In their beachfront nest.

No phone, no boss’s, no nagging neighbours,
But plenty of luxury
Join us here each week my friends,
You’re sure to get a smile.