You see, there is a positive side to everything. My island will be a sandbar, but I'll either be dead or raising dental floss in Montana.

Raising it up, waxing it down,
In a little white box that I can sell up town.
By myself, I wouldn't need no boss,
But I'd be raising my lonely dental floss.
Chorus:
Movin' to Montana soon.
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon.

BTW: There was a record high here yesterday. Darned Al Gore.