Lyrics

written by Thomas MIchael Riley

I said hello now, want you to know now,
I'm going to Jamaica; I may not have a dime,
But I got a ticket in my pocket;
Going to Jamaica, gonna have a good time.

I'm gonna go there; I'm laying low there;
No one I know there can tell me how to be.
I'm gonna dance there; loosen my pants there;
Going to Jamaica; gonna do what I please.

Chorus:
I'm gonna lay under the sun 'till my body turns to bronze;
Gonna party late and sleep 'till after one;
And I won't ever have to hurry and I'm never gonna worry
'Bout my job 'cause I'll be busy having fun.

Packed up my briefcase; I'm out of this place;
Going to Jamaica, and I won't change my mind.
Telling my boss man I got a new plan;
Going to Jamaica, gonna have a good time.

Chorus:
I'm gonna lay under the sun 'till my body turns to bronze;
Gonna party late and sleep 'till after one;
And I won't ever have to hurry and I'm never gonna worry
'Bout my job 'cause I'll be busy having fun.

Got that off my chest now; guess I can rest now;
Go back to my desk now and get on back to work;
Stop fantasizing; self actualizing;
But my blood pressure's rising;
From working all this time...

I got a ticket in my pocket;
And they can stick it where the sun doesn't shine.
I said "good-bye now; I gotta fly now;"
Going to Jamaica; gonna have a good time;
Going to Jamaica; gonna have a good time;
Going to Jamaica; gonna have a good time.

CP Thomas MIchael Publishing BMI