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 skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
