Sitting
here under a Caribbean sky
I don’t have a care in the world.
I watch the Chiquita’s and drink margaritas
And work on my tan while the cruise ships go by.
I had to
escape, had to leave it behind.
The corporate life wasn’t for me.
Smokin’ Havana’s and eatin’ banana’s
Breath the salt air ‘til it clears out my mind
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There’s no place that I’d rather be
Than by my
Caribbean Sea
There’s no other place for me
Than my
Caribbean Sea
So turn on the lights and turn up the music
The reggae band plays until three
Pretend that I’m on my own private island
In the crystal blue
Caribbean Sea
I’ve been
to Hell, I love the Caymans in June
I drink my Ting in Kingston Bay
The smell of the rum and the chime of steel drums
Strolling the beach under a St. Thomas moon
Try if you
can to find a place with more charm
Or people as friendly as these.
You take the snow where it’s 20 below
And I will be basking where the weather is warm.
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I never
knew there could be so much beauty
The sun and the sand and don’t forget all those cuties.
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