I got a letter from a friend the other morning
He say it’s hot down by Montego Bay
I got the point and now I think it’s finally dawning
Yeah, yeah, I got to get away
I got to take myself a permanent vacation
The sky’s the limit but my plane won’t fly
My nose is clean and, Lordy, don’t need no sedation
Yeah, yeah, and that’s the reason why
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I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
I want a tan where the sun it never shines
I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
You best believe it that I got to get away.
I got a sister, man, she really got a pin head
She think she kinky but she can’t get straight
She say she’s livin’ but I kinda think she’s brain dead
Just excess baggage on a late night freight, yeah
Chorus
My, my, my, my, my!
I gotta take me on a permanent vacation
The girl’s be cummin’ down the Cayman Brack
I gotta hand it to a firm situation
Yeah, yeah, I got to cut me some slack
I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
I want a tan where the sun it never shine
I really need it, really need it, really, really need it, really…