Twenty-Six Miles - The Four Preps

Twenty- six miles across the sea

Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me

Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance

Water all around it everywhere

Tropical trees and the salty air

But for me the thing that’s a-waitin' there-romance

It seems so distant, twenty-six miles away

Restin' in the water serene

I’d work for anyone, even the Navy

Who would float me to my island dream

Twenty- six miles, so near yet far

I’d swim with just some water-wings and my guitar

I could leave the wings but I’ll need the guitar for romance, romance, romance,

romance

Twenty- six miles across the sea

Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me

Santa Catalina, the island of romance

A tropical heaven out in the ocean

Covered with trees and girls

If I have to swim, I’ll do it forever

Till I’m gazin' on those island pearls

Forty kilometers in a leaky old boat

Any old thing that’ll stay afloat

When we arrive we’ll all promote romance, romance, romance, romance

Twenty- six miles across the sea

Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me

Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance

Twenty- six miles across the sea

Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me