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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 CHORUS: 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 fear CHORUS Voila! 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 Letras de cancionesMight be the answer to this hillbilly fear Voila! 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 CHORUS From Letras Mania