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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

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