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 

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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 

And 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 
Split the difference, go to Coconut Grove