Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Steven Tyler
Harmonica
Brad Whitford
Guitare électrique
Joe Perry
Chœurs
Joey Kramer
Batterie
Morgan Rael
Tambour métallique
Tom Hamilton
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Steven Tyler
Composition
Brad Whitford
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bruce Fairbairn
Production
Mike Fraser
Ingénierie de mixage
Bob Rock
Ingénierie
George Marino
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ken Lomas
Assistance d’ingénierie
Toby Francis
Équipe technique des guitares
Paroles
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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