Album: Greatest Hits, Volume 2
What is that tropic spot that people like alot?
Mi-i-i-ami
What is both cool and hot?
Mi-i-i-ami
Even the hurricanes cannot resist it
No hurricane has ever missed it
I hear the timbales I taste the tamaloes
It's calling, it's calling to me
Chorus:
We've got to get the Miami
My goodness, my gracious, Miami
We've got to get to Miami
That hot melting pot by the sea
The days are palmy, the nights are balmy
There's hot pastrami and Key Lime pie to die for
What's full of crowded streets and Afro-Cuban beats
Mi-i-i-ami
What has that lazy lilt, yet with a turbo tilt?
Mi-i-i-ami
We're feeling hi-i-igh on the idea of jar alai and Hialeah
We'll snorkel and scuba, explore little Cuba
It's calling, it's calling to me
Chorus
We've got to get to Miami
Tell Daddy and Mommy, we've gone to Miami
It's rough and it's tumble but
Stagger or stumble, we'll get to Miami or bust
Cause get to Miami we must
Mi-i-i-ami Hotcha hotcha hotch-CHA! Miami!
Chorus (2 X)