Permanent Vacation
I got a letter from a friend the other morningHe say it's hot down in Montego BayI got the point and now I think it's finally dawningYeah, yeah, I got to get away
I got to take myself a permanent vacationThe sky's the limit but my plane won't flyMy nose is clean and lordie don't need no sedationYeah, yeah, and that's the reason why
I really need it, really, really need St. TropezI want a tan where the sun, it never shinesI really need it, really, really need St. TropezYou best believe it that I go to get away
I got a sister man she really got a pinheadShe think she kinky but she can't get straightShe say she livin' but I kinda think she brain deadJust excess baggage on a late night freight
I gotta take me on a permanent vacationThe girl's be cummin' down in Cayman BrackI gotta hand it to a firm situationYeah, yeah, I got to cut me some slack