Album: Permanent Vacation
I got a letter from a friend the other morning
He say it's hot down by Montego Bay
I got the point and now I think it's finally dawning
Yeah, yeah, I got to get away
I got to take myself a permanant vacation
The sky's the limit but my plane won't fly
My nose is clean and lordie don't need no sedation
Yeah, yeah and that's the reason why
I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
I want a tan where the sun never shines
I really need it, really, really, need St. Tropez
You best believe it that I got to get away
I got a sister man she really got a pin head
She thinks kinky but she can't get it straight
She say she livin' but I kinda think she Brain Dead
Just excess baggage on a late night freight
I gotta take me on a permanant vacation
The girl's be cummin' down in Cayman Brack
I gotta hand it to a firm situation
Yeah, yeah, I got to cut me some slack