Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
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't hear.
Your voice, it tickles down in side of my ear.
I feel a tropical vac ation 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 A merican Dream.
Well, we can travel girl, with out any means.
When it's as easy as closing your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign.
Break
Just keep talking, mama, I like that sound.
It goes so easy with that rain falling down.
I think a tropical vac ation this year,
Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear.
Voila! An A merican Dream.
Yeah, we can travel girl, with out 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;
Split the difference, go to Coconut Grove.
Outro
...(FADE OUT)