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.
