We're getting off the island

We're getting off the island. (Uncensored)

Kate and Sawyer John Locke - nothing rhymes with John Locke
Maybe sock and Black Rock - how am I to know?
Plane crash on an island, why are there survivors
think they'd answer questions that we asked four years ago

Locke smiles orange peel - nothing rhymes with orange peel
Kate unties a shoelace, Surly Sawyer caught her eye
Smoke monster, drug addiction, backgammon, racial friction
Kate is sewing Shepherd's shoulder and he's counting up to five

We're getting off the island
Fuck you, Benry Linus
Someone's trying to find us
We're getting off the island
So it's see ya later
Get me on the freighter

Desmond punches numbers, penalty for blunders
Is Electromagnetism causing planes to fall
Benry's got a bad back, needs the help of Dr Jack
John was in a wheel chair, now he's standing tall

Hurley counts the numbers, he owes Walt a fortune
Of the tail section crew, only one of them survive
Dharma's got a history, dabbling in mystery
Benry's all cut up inside, poisons them with cyanide

We're getting off the island
Fuck you, Benry Linus
Someone's trying to find us
We're getting off the island
So it's see you later
Get me on the freighter

Widmore wants the island, he's about to find it
Freighter people come to claim Benry as a prisoner
Now we got new mysteries: hatches, stations tvs
island heals all maladies even spinal injuries

Hurley doesn't lose the weight, Mikhail can regenerate
Jin regains virility by the seventh Saturday
Pregnant women's vaccine, Mr Friendly's such a queen
By the way - Friendy's gay - listening to cold play!

We're getting off the island
Fuck you, Benry Linus
Someone's trying to find us
We're getting off the island
So it's sionara
Friendly wears tiaras

Trekking in the jungle Charlie's efforts bungle
jamming signal hides them all from Widmore's prying eyes.
Freighter's got a new clan - Ghostbuster Lawnmowerman
Charlotte, Dr Faraday here for Benry's hide
Desmond's going back in time, finds a constant - he is fine
Micheal gets his son away - back as Kevin Johnson!

We're getting off the island
Fuck you, Benry Linus
Someone's trying to find us
We're getting off the island
So it's see you later
Get me on the freighter

Kate looks after Claire's kid - nothing rhymes with Aeron
Sun has had a little girl, Jin is six feet underground
Charlie's haunting Hurley, Sayid works for Benry
48 survived the crash, why have only six been found

Flash-forward, flashback, here's a bearded Dr Jack
Til he helps out Benry's side, Michael can't do suicide
Benry Widmore go to war, can you take in anymore?
Jack is driving downtown, tell me who's the funeral for?

We're getting off the island
Fuck you, Benry Linus
Someone's trying to find us
We're getting off the island
think we have the answers
but the mysteries go on and on and on and on...

Sitting on Chair

Sitting on a Chair

To the tune of Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi

Benry's on a mission with Locke
To trek through the mud and see Benry's boss
Who's tough, so tough


Jacob seems to pull all the strings
And Locke wants to know all manner of things
About the Island

And Benry says that Jacob is one tough nut
He'll smite you like a sinner if you don't make the cut
They reach the cabin and Ben shows Locke what's there
But Locke only stares

Woah - is Jacob there?
Woah - sitting on a chair
Locke is pissed 'cause he's looking at air
Woah - sitting on a chair

Locke has spent a night and a day
To track Sawyer down, his dad had to pay
For cons, for cons
Sawyer made his dad go away
So Johnny could meet
The man that Ben obeys
Woah yeah

But while he's busy talking to an invisible man
Locke has had enough and turns his back on the plan
And then he hears somebody asking out for help
And he's had enough

Woah - is Jacob there
Woah - sitting on a chair
Locke is mad 'cause he doesn't have hair
Woah - sitting on a chair
Sitting on a chair

We might have caught on to Benry's plot
Should Locke trust the voice or is Benry on pot

Woah - is Jacob there
Woah - sitting on a chair
Locke is mad and he doesn't have hair
Woah - sitting on a chair

Woah - is Jacob there
Woah - sitting on a chair
Benry's nuts 'cause he's talking to air
Woah - sitting on a chair

Woah - is Jacob there
Woah - sitting on a chair
Locke is mad and he doesn't have hair
Woah - sitting on a chair
Sitting on a chair

Under Water Station

Under water Station

to the tune of Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys

Lyrics:

Ah - I guess that Charlie is gonna go
But before he does, he might do something brave
Yeah there may finally be a way
To attempt to call an offshore freighter save

Inside a new offshore station
They're jamming communication
(oooh under)
We're getting an explanation
(water station under)
Why there has been no salvation
(water station under)
(It's a new)
Inside a new offshore station
(water station under)
(dharma station)
They're jamming communication
(water station under)
(It's a new)
We're getting an explanation
(water station)
(dharma station)
Why there has been no salvation

There's a plan to somehow radio
a boat that's not far off the island coast
When we get the tower
We'll remove the looping message from Russeau

Inside a new offshore station
They're jamming communication
(oooh under)
We're getting an explanation
(water station under)
Why there has been no salvation
(water station under)
(It's a new)
Inside a new offshore station
(water station under)
(dharma station)
They're jamming communication
(water station under)
(It's a new)
We're getting an explanation
(water station)
(dharma station)
Why there has been no salvation

Station....

Aaaaaah

Charlie's inside the station
(With Desmond there he's beyond all care)
Penny's in desperation
(Dies via asphixiation)
Desmond can't bring help

Can't believe the code to disable the jamming signal is...
Can't believe the code to disable the jamming signal is...
Can't believe the code to disable the jamming signal is...

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Good Good Good good vibrations!
(oooh under water station under water station)

Jack is beating up Benjamin
(Locke is gonna kill the girl)
Cos he thought that Tom shot his friends
(To protect the island from)
Hurley drives a mean Dharma van
(Other people who will take)
Sawyer kickin back Dharma beer

Charlie Man

Charlie Man

to the tune of Piano Man by Billy Joel

It's four O'clock on some Other day
A bunch of us go for a swim
There's a scotsman drinking next to me
It's McKutchins with nothing else in

And he ass me "can you write a song or two,
In fact won't you write nine or ten?
Cos I'm sure I'll be needing a holiday
From saving your ass once again"


Oh something "you all everybody...
Lada chim-cheroo lada"

I'll sing you a song cos I'm Charlie man,
So listen you drunk scottish sod
Cos before our lane crashed on this island
You know I was a bloody rock god!

Now John was a wheelchair bound salesman
Who blew up a hatch and survived
He's obsessed with a dad who's a conman
Who continually ruined his life


And so Ben brought him onto the island
and demanded John cut off his head
But he didn't have the stomach to do it
He got Sawyer to kill him instead

Oh something "you all everybody...
Lada chim-cheroo lada"

Now Jack had performed spial surgery
On a man that he barely just met
Then they left Jack for dead and they went on ahead
so he came back with miss Juliette

All those Others can't have any babies
So they're taking our kids for their own
So we'd better start living together
Cos it's better than dying alone


I'll sing you a song cos I'm Charlie man,
About all this stuff from before
I may not be good in a rumble
But I'll make a good trubadour


It's a pretty good day for a skirmish
And the Others have plans to invade
And it's just been revealed what they're coming to steal
So we're ready to thwart their crusade

So I'll play my guitar to distract them
And while they're all looking this way
Take the chance that you find to sneak up from behind
And get busy at saving the day

Something something "I onece played a hobbit"
bloody rock god ladida dada

I'll sing you a song cos I'm Charlie man,
So listen you drunk scottish sod
Cos before our lane crashed on this island
You know I was a bloody rock god!

Don't Have Island Love

Don't have Island Love

To the tune of You can't hurry Love by Phil Collins

You have island love, and you're gonna spew
When you find out how it will kill you
The Others say

Don't have island love
Baby don't even date
Find alternative measures
to satisfy the urge to mate

He got you knocked up
And your period's late
Now that bun in the oven
Has guaranteed to seal your fate

But how can Juliette hope to save
Another pregnant mom from an early grave?
An ultrasound revealed that Jin ain't shooting blanks
And even tho Sun knows she's dead she's giving Julie thanks
but remember Others Said

Don't have island love
No you just have to wait
Go and take a cold shower
to satisfy the urge to mate

One time in a cage
Sawyer got jiggy with Kate
Now she'd doin' the dishes
And watching Shepherd on a date

Now Dr Jack has found his Juliette
and Kate is after all the loving that she can get
So later on that night beneath the mango trees
Sawyer's gonna teach her all about the birds and bees
But remember Others said

Don't have island love
Baby don't even date
Find alternative measures
to satisfy the urge to mate

He got you knocked up
And your period's late
Now that bun in the oven
Has guaranteed to seal your fate
So just wait!


Having Island love you come to easy
She may be worth dating - not impregnating
cos your sperm count has increased your chance
That's a leathal weapon inside your pants
Don't keep dating - or go all the way
Try to fill her - you're gonna killer her
The Others said

Don't have island love
Baby don't even date
Find alternative measures
to satisfy the urge to mate

He got you knocked up
And your period's late
Now that bun in the oven
Has guaranteed to seal your fate


Don't have island love
Baby don't even date
Find alternative measures
to satisfy the urge to mate

He got you knocked up
And your period's late
Now that bun in the oven
Has guaranteed to seal your fate

Oh Desmond, My Brotha

Oh Desmond, My Brotha

to the tune of Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by The Beatles

Lyrics:

Desmond sees the future with an eerie grace,
Charlie is a singer in a band
Desmond says to Charlie "Pick another place to stand
Cos lightning's gonna hit you where you stand"

Oh Charlie, my brotha, life goes on brah!
I will help your life go on
Yeah Charlie, my brotha, life goes on, brah!
I will help your life go on.

Desmond took a look inside a jewelry store
Sees a very pretty diamond ring
Lady says to Desmond "I've seen you before"
And she says "Desmond understand this simple thing


Oh Desy, my brotha, life goes on brah!
You must help our lives go on
Yeah Desy, my brotha, life goes on, brah!
You will help our lives go on.

In a couple of years you'll get stuck inside a hatch
With a button to push, you will save the world
And there is just one more catch

Try and change the future if you even dare"
Lady sternly warns him to refrain
Fate will take the course that it was meant to bear
And all your efforts will be efforts tried in vane

Oh Desy, my brotha, life goes on brah!
You must help our lives go on
Yeah Desy, my brotha, life goes on, brah!
You will help our lives go on.

For a couple of years he's been missing the girl back home
He's been pushing a button every now and then
wishing he was free to roam

Happy ever after? There is no such thing
Least not for the likes of you and he
You must forge your way through every happening
Altho he's lived through much of his own destiny

Oh Charlie, my brotha, life goes on brah!
Desmond helped our lives go on
Button pushed, saved the girl life goes on, brah!
Desmond help our lives go on,

And yeah he had some fun
Or Charlie my brotha

Ramblin Jackson

Ramblin' Jackson

To the tune of You can be my Yoko Ono by Barenaked Ladies

Lyrics:

And if you ask him to pick yes or no - he'll ramble
His train of thought's not only running late - it's derailed

You can be my Ramblin' Jackson
You can ramble til the cows have come home
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woa-oah

Isn't it beautiful to hear two people podcasting Lost?
Bald as a cueball, he's got beady eyes, his voice can melt through frost
Jack's alwasy got a crackpot theory that nobody else can match
And all his tallies come from guessing there's an underwater hatch

You can be my Ramblin' Jackson
You can ramble til the cows have come home
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woah

Oh no - here he goes, I'm sure this time he blew
Oh no - here he goes - "It's my theory, and I'm stickin to it"

I know that when I say this, I may be ticking off Jeremiah
But Jack's pile of gold flakey stars and tally points just keep getting higher
(don't blame it on Jack son) You see if I were Jay and you were Jack,
I would listen to every crackpot theory
Even if exalting your predictions gets a little weary

You can be my Ramblin' Jackson
You can ramble til the cows have come home
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woah
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woah
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woooooo-oooah