Lyrics

Kon Tiki
(The JOHNNYS © 2006 by D. Johnny, V. Johnny & G. McCann)

I got a crazy theory, I know what to do
I’m goin’ down south to the coast of Peru
Got nine balsa logs, yeah count ‘em nine
Float a big ‘ol raft on the salty brine

Forget your high school history, oh baby oh please
Europeans weren’t the only ones who sailed the seas
Head for the sun past Easter Isle
Into the blue beyond we’ll be gone a while

Flyin’ fish for breakfast
Flyin’ fish for lunch
Hey what’s for dinner?
I think I gotta hunch

Yeah I know it sounds freaky, but we’re goin’ Kon Tiki
Yeah it might sound freaky, but we’re goin’ Kon Tiki
Which way to Tahiti, cuz we’re goin’ Kon Tiki
Yeah it might sound freaky, but we’re goin’ Kon Tiki and it sounds like this it goes…

Out on the rollin’ waves 90 days and nights
Just to see if my theory’s right
Did they chase the Sun God of ancient lore
Cast adrift from South American shores

Today I saw a whale shark
On this no frills Noah’s Ark
Hey where the fuck we gonna park?
I think we’ll light upon a reef

Yeah I know it sounds freaky, but we’re goin’ Kon Tiki
Yeah it might sound freaky, but we’re goin’ Kon Tiki
Which way to Tahiti, cuz we’re goin’ Kon Tiki
Yeah it might sound freaky, but we’re goin’ Kon Tiki and it sounds like this it goes…