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