Voila, an American Dream Lyrics

I beg your pardon, momma, what did you say
My mind was drifting on a Martinique day
It's not that I'm not interested, you see
Augusta, Georgia, is just no place to be

Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches, drinking run every night
We got no money, momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference and go to Coconut Grove

Just keep on talkin', momma, I can hear
Your voice, it tickes down inside of my ear
I feel a tropical vacation this year
Could be the answer to that hillbilly beer

Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches, drinking run every night
We got no money, momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference and go to Coconut Grove

Voila, an American dream
We can travel, girl, without any means
When it's just as easy as closing your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign

Just keep on talkin', momma, I like that sound
It goes so good with the rain falling down
I feel a tropical vacation this year
Might be the answer to this hillbilly beer

Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches, drinking run every night
We got no money, momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference and go to Coconut Grove