Tropical Dreaming
Driving down the highway,Windshield wipers on.
I turn up the volume
On a Jimmy Buffett song.
Singin' Margaritaville
As I drive through the snow.
Ahh, the Caribbean
Man, I'd love to go.
Shovelin' off the driveway
So I can go to work.
The boss was bitchin',
That man can be a jerk.
I need to get out of here
I just wanna run away.
Head down to the islands
Come with me and play!
This bitter cold has got me down.
I'm so sick of snow.
Down to the tropics is where I want to go.
Just sit back and relax with a rum drink in my hand.
My toes in the water and my butt in the sand.
I let it get me down.
Winter gets the best of me.
It's the feeling of confinement.
I need to be free.
Cabin fever kills me
It drives me half insane.
I need to fly away,
Take me to the plane!
A tropical vacation
Until I fade away.
I'd love to be a beachbum
Until my dying day.
Relaxin' in the sunshine,
Dancin' 'neath the stars.
Come and join me darlin'
The beach will soon be ours.
This bitter cold has got me down.
I'm so sick of snow.
Down to the tropics is where I want to go.
Just sit back and relax with a rum drink in my hand.
My toes in the water and my butt in the sand.
Poetry by Bob Simpson
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Written on 2009-12-28 at 07:00
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