I got a letter from a friend the other morning
He say it´s hot down in 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 lordie don´t need no sedation
Yeah, yeah, and that´s the reason why

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 go to get away

I got a sister man she really got a pinhead
She think she kinky but she can´t get straight
She say she livin´ but I kinda think she brain dead
Just excess baggage on a late night freight

I gotta take me on a permanent vacation
The girl´s be cummin´ down in Cayman Brack
I gotta hand it to a firm situation
Yeah, yeah, I got to cut me some slack