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 $$#hole 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 !@%!ed 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 %#@!ty 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 sky