Lyrics:

The chimes have gone berserk on my backporch
The wind is whipping up on the bay
There’s a hell of a storm off the island right now
Just might blow some palm trees away
I came here for a tropical vacation
Tiki bars and girls on the beach
The weatherman says tropical depression
I haven’t seen the sun in a week
They’re talking hurricane down at the marina
So I’m squirreling all the booze I can find
There’s a Hobie turtled out by the sandbar
That sailor must be out of his mind
I came here for a tropical vacation
Margaritas and sex on the beach
The weatherman says tropical depression
Oh I haven’t seen the sun in a week
Well, she called me Tuesday night from Atlanta
Said she tried but couldn’t get away
Something ‘bout a meeting, something ‘bout her
mother
And something ‘bout nothing left to say
She left me in this tropical depression
Stronger than the winds on the bay
A blatant act of total dispossession
How many times can I get blown away
So I made it through the rain to the Fish Head Bar
Said “barmaid tell me what you got”
She studied my face, said, “you’re a pretty sad
case
I guess we’d better start with the shots”
Some Turkey for that tropical depression
Suddenly the winds have died away
Tequila will help calm your aggression
Suddenly the world’s a sunny day
Oh the chimes have gone berserk on my backporch
The winds are whipping up on the bay
Gonna tell the world to cram it, take a nose dive
in hammock
And watch some palm trees blow away
Gonna tell that girl to cram it, get that barmaid in
my hammock
And watch some palm trees blow away