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 lord it 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 got to get away



I got a sister, man she really got a pinhead

She think she's kinky but she can't get straight

She say she livin' but I kinda think she's brain dead

Just excess baggage on a late night freight



Chorus



I gotta take me on a permanent vacation

The girl's be comin' down in Cayman Brack

I gotta hand it to a firm situation

Yeah, yeah I got to cut me some slack