Lyrics:

Her therapist says she needs to get away
A place hard to reach with a long stretch of beach
The perfect hideaway
She’s not the kind to relax or just lay in the sun
When the plane touches down she glances around
And simply comes undone
Now everywhere she looks is like a picture from a
magazine
Prettiest water she’s ever seen
A lovely shade of margarita green
Strolling along to the beat of the song that the
man with the guitar plays
I bet she stays, she’s got that island daze
Yeah, I bet she stays she’s lost in that island daze
A tired businessman waits for his flight
The attendant explains they’re deicing the plane
We’ll leave some time tonight
Across the room he sees the Air Jamaica gate
He says don’t wait for me cause I think I might be
Just a few weeks late
Now everywhere he looks is like a picture from a
magazine
Prettiest water he’s ever seen
The perfect shade of margarita green
Walking along humming the song that the man
with the steel drum plays
I bet he stays he’s got that island daze
Yeah, I bet he stays, he’s lost in that island daze
It’s the feeling you get when you’re on Island time
It affects what you think and how much you drink
It will change your mind
So when you’re blown off course don’t drift too
far
Come and join me, you see, I’ll be the man at the
end of the bar
Now everywhere they look is like a picture from a
magazine
Prettiest water they’ve ever seen
The perfect shade of margarita green
Singing a tune to the tropical moon
Making love to the sound of the waves
I bet they stay lost in the island daze
Yeah I bet they stay they’ve got that island daze
Now everywhere I look is like a picture from a
magazine
Prettiest water I’ve ever seen
The perfect shade of margarita green
I bet I could be a bartender
I wonder how much it pays
I bet I stay, I’m lost in that island daze
Yeah I’m gonna stay lost in that island daze.