jamaica mistaica

some folks say that i've got the perfect life. three swell kids

lots of toys and a lovely wife. i fly. i sail. i throw caution to the wind. drift like a stratus cloud above the caribbean. but every now and then

the dragons come to call. just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls. i've seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck. i've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition. i never forget to duck. come back

come back

back to jamaica

don't you know we made a big mistaica

we'd be so sad if you told us goodbye

and we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

it was a beautiful day

the kind you want to toast

we were treetop flyin'

movin' west along the coast

then we landed in the water

just about my favorite thrill

when some asshole started firin'

when we taxied to negril

just about to lose my temper

as i endeavored to explain

we had only come for chicken

we were not a ganja plane

well you should have seen there faces

when they finally realized

we were not some coked up cowboys

sportin' guns and alibis

come back

come back

back to jamaica

don't you know we made a big mistaica

we'd be so sad if you told us goodbye

and we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

they shot from the lighthouse

they shot from the highway

they shot from the top of the cliff

they'd all gone haywire

we're catchin' fire

and there wasn't even a spliff

well the word got out

all over the island

friends

strangers

they were all apologizin'

some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice

but it's just another shitty day in paradise

come back

come back

back to jamaica

don't you know we made a big mistaica

we'd be so sad if you told us goodbye

and we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

come back

come back

back to jamaica

don't you know we made a big mistaica

we'd be so sad if you told us goodbye

and we promise not to shoot you

promise not to shoot you

promise not to shoot you out of the sky