From the recording Going Places
Lyrics
Going Caribbean
V1: I work a forty-hour week on the twenty-seventh floor, monkey suit and a tie
The bus rides crazy, boss is lazy, sometimes I wanna lay down and die
Alimony’s late, bills are due, my cars broke down in the garage
Overtime, under paid, and kissin’ ass so I can keep my job
CH: Say hey I wanna go down the island way
Spend a little time in the sand
Where the palm trees grow and the trade winds blow
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
A simple kind of livin’, a tropical religion of coconut oil and sun
I’ll be a liberated man, workin’ on my tan, I’m goin’ Caribbean
V2: I heard for two hundred dollars and a gold plated watch
I could make it out to sea
Floatin’ to an island on a cargo ship sounds first class to me
Tendin’ bar for room and board, livin’ on the tips I earn
Making lots of money servin’ Pina coladas and watchin’ the tourists burn
CH: Say hey I wanna go down the island way
Spend a little time in the sand
Where the palm trees grow and the trade winds blow
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
A simple kind of livin’, a tropical religion of coconut oil and sun
I’ll be a liberated man, workin’ on my tan, I’m goin’ Caribbean
V3: Bet there’s brown skinned beauties and college cuties
Runnin’ all over da beaches
Businessmen in floral print shirts actin’ like human leaches
When the tourists leave, I’ll take it slow
Layin’ around in the sand
Send a postcard home sayin’ don’t miss a thing I’m going Caribbean
CH: Say hey I wanna go down the island way
Spend a little time in the sand
Where the palm trees grow and the trade winds blow
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
A simple kind of livin’, a tropical religion of coconut oil and sun
I’ll be a liberated man, workin’ on my tan, I’m goin’ Caribbean
Going Caribbean,
Going Caribbean ah-ha-ha!