Lyrics

We were sailing through Galapagos
And we landed on Isabella.
While climbing on rocks to reach the shore
I met an usual fellow.

A cormorant bird was quacking at me
With a look of fire in his eyes.
He stomped his feet and flapped his wings
And pointed his beak to the skies.

Chorus:
He said, "It's my rock! It's my rock!
Find yourself another rock instead!
It's my rock! It's my rock!
Touch that rock and you'll be dead!"

That was such a big threat for a little black bird.
I giggled at the words I heard.
For him to threaten and frighten me
Was silly and very absurd.

Yet he walked around me with a swaggering step
With that look of fire in his eyes.
So I backed away and found another route
As he pointed his beak to the skies. (Chorus)

I showed respect to the bird that day.
I backed way off and let him have his way.
It was his rock and he declared it so.
It's often good to be kind, you know,
And sometimes safer too!

Final Chorus:
"It's my rock! It's my rock!
Find yourself another rock instead!
It's my rock! It's my rock!
Touch that rock and you'll be dead!
Touch that rock! Touch that rock!
Touch that rock and you'll be dead!"