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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steven Tyler
Harmonica
Brad Whitford
Electric Guitar
Joe Perry
Background Vocals
Joey Kramer
Drums
Morgan Rael
Steel Drum
Tom Hamilton
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Tyler
Composer
Brad Whitford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Fairbairn
Producer
Mike Fraser
Mixing Engineer
Bob Rock
Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Ken Lomas
Assistant Engineer
Toby Francis
Guitar Technician
Lyrics
I got a letter from a friend the other morning
He say it's hot down by Montego Bay
I got the point and now I think it's finally dawning
Yeah, yeah, I got to get away
I got to take myself a Permanent Vacation
The sky's the limit, but my plane won't fly
My nose is clean and lordie don't need no sedation
Yeah, yeah, and that's the reason why
I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
I want a tan where the sun it never shines
I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
You best believe it that I got to get away
I got a sister, man she really got a pin head
She'll think she kinky but she can't get straight
She say she livin', but I kinda think she's brain dead
Just excess baggage on a late night freight
I really need it, really really need St. Tropez
I want a tan where the sun if never shines
I really need it, really really need it St. Tropez
You best believe it that I got to get away
Oh, my, my, my, my, my!
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
I gotta take me on a Permanent Vacation
The girl's be cummin' down in Cayman Brack
I gotta hand it to a firm situation
Yeah, yeah, got to cut me some slack
I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
I want a tan where the sun it never shines
I really need it, really, really need it
I really need it, really need it, really really, ow!
Writer(s): Steven Tyler, Brad Whitford
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