Hey-hey-hey, way-way-way, dear Uncle Epstein!

Loving old uncle, man, what a king!

On your tiny island, pure paradise in the sea,

Parties are rolling, the kids are wild and free!

Way-way-way, we toast you, boss of palms and secret halls!

Bottoms up for you, dear, drink till the morning calls!

Hey-hey-hey!

Listen up brothers, hear my happy song,

Little Saint James in the Caribbean blue,

Not just a lake – the whole ocean sings along,

White sugar beaches and palms waving too!

Huge villa shining, pool glowing bright,

Striped blue-white temple standing on the height,

Secret tunnels underneath, hidden rooms so sweet,

Helicopters landing, “Lolita” yacht at your feet – oh what a treat!

And Uncle Epstein – oh how he loved the young ones, dear!

Called the little princesses, hugged them with a cheer,

“Come on my darlings, candy, dancing, easy massage here!”