I beg your pardon, mama, what did you say?
My mind was drifting off on martinique bay.
It`s not that i`m not interested, you see;
Augusta, georgia is just no place to be.
I think jamaican in the moonlight.
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night.
We got no money, mama, but we can go;
We`ll split the difference, go to coconut grove.
Keep on talking, mama, i can hear
Your voice, it tickles down inside of my ear.
I feel a tropical vacation this year,
Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear.
I think jamaican in the moonlight.
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night.
We got no money, mama, but we can go;
We`ll split the difference, go to coconut grove.
Voila! an american dream.
Well, we can travel girl, without any means.
When it`s as easy as closing your eyes
And dream jamaica is a big neon sign.
Just keep talking, mama, i like that sound.
It goes so easy with that rain falling down.
I think a tropical vacation this year,
Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear.
Voila! an american dream.
Yeah, we can travel, girl, without any means.
When it`s as easy as closing your eyes
And dream jamaica is a big neon sign.
Just think jamaican in the moonlight.
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night.
We got no money, mama, but we can go;
We`ll split the difference, go to coconut grove.
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