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