Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies  She says she knows me and  I’ve got that dreamy look in my eyes  I got a mind to make a dollar  Out of fifteen cents  And buy an island with a view  Of all the summer sets  You see I know where I’m going  And I know where I’ve been  I tell my lady that my ship’s coming in  I got no time for fiasco and the last straw  Seems to be a long ways away    High Tide is coming with the world for me  My type is something that you won’t find    Summer skies keep on asking me why  This island dream and what it means  Has seemed to pass me on by  But it’s just a matter of time,  Right now I’m headin’ to find  That paper paper and the good life  No need for the grind  You see I know where I’m going  And I know where I’ve been  I tell my lady that my ship’s coming in  I got no time for fiasco and the last straw  Seems to be a long ways away    High Tide is coming with the world for me  My type is something that you won’t find    Baby girl if you leave me  You’ll see me someday on the TV  Wish you hadn’t left me for someone else  ‘Cause I’ll be getting’ that scrilla  Like the Don himself