She was born in Dakota, where she froze to death each winter
But she dreamed about the islands, by the fire burning splendour

It was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice

So she moved down on the border, with the sunshine but no seaweed
Though she could not drink the water, some of the streets were lined with palm trees

It was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice

Leadbreak

Electric fan on the table, shower is her waterfall
She may never have Jamaica, but in her mind she has it all

And it was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice

Short leadbreak

She loved their hurricane warnings, and the tropical breeze
She loves coconuts and lovesongs, with a little reggae breeze

It was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice

Leadbreak

It was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice

It was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice

It was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice

It was almost Jamaica, almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica, it was almost real nice