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Twenty-six miles across the seaSanta Catalina is a-waitin' for me,Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance.Water all around it ev'rywhere, tropical trees and the salty air,but for me the thing that's a-waitin' there's 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 can leave the wings but I'll need the guitarfor romance, romance, romance, romance. Twenty-six miles across the seaSanta Catalina is a-waitin' for me,Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance.Water all around it ev'rywhere, tropical trees and the salty air,but for me the thing that's a-waitin' there's romance. A tropical heaven out in the ocean covered with trees and girls.If I have to swim I'd 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 From Letras Mania