I beg your pardon, momma, what did you say?
My mind was driftin' off on Martinique Bay
It's not that I'm not interested, you see
Augusta, Geogia is just no place to be
I think Jamaican in the moonlight
Sandy beaches drinkin' rum every night
We got no money, momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove
Keep on talkin' momma, I can't hear
Your voice it tickles down inside of my ear
I feel a tropical vacation this year
Might be the answer to this hillbilly beer
I think Jamaican in the moonlight
Sandy beaches drinkin' rum every night
We got no money, momma, 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 closin' your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
Just keep talkin', momma, I like that sound
It goes so easy with that rain fallin' down
I think a tropical vacation this year
Might be the answer to this hillbilly beer and
Voila, an American dream
Yeah, we can travel, girl, without any means
When it's as easy as closin' your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
Just think Jamaican in the moonlight
Sandy beaches drinkin' rum every night
We got no money, momma, but we can go
Split the difference, go to Coconut Grove