Almost Jamaica

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. 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. She loved their hurricane warnings And the tropical breeze She loves coconuts and love songs With a little reggae breeze. 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. It was almost Jamaica Almost paradise It was almost Jamaica It was almost real nice...