Lyrics:

Man I could use a pina colada.
A little bit of sun on my skin,
A hammock, a book,
Never gonna look back once my feet hit the sand,
I've had it up to here with this rat race,
Need a smile on my face.

I wanna go where I can lighten up the load,
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road,
Get this layin' low off to a flyin' start,
Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun,
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon,
Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum or a star
And be as you are.

Gettin' stuck sure would be easy
In this palm tree pradise,
Ambition fades with every wave
For the finer things in life,
Maybe I'll just hang around here,
Go home later next year.

I wanna stay down here and lighten up the load,
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road,
Get this layin' low off to a flyin' start,
Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun,
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon,
Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum or a star
And be as you are.

I wanna play my guitar in the Caribbean sun,
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon,
Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum or a star
And be as you are.

Be as you are...