An American Dream

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 beer

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

Voilà, 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

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 beer, and

Voilà, 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