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 fear      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      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   Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear and      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      Just 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