Lyrics:

She Was Born In Dakota
where She Froze To Death Each Winter
but She Dreamed About The Islands
by The Fire Burning Splinters

it Was Almost Jamaica
almost Paradise
it Was Almost Jamaica
it Was Almost Real Nice

so She Moved Out On The Border
with The Sunshine But No Sea Breeze
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 The Hurricane Warnings
and The Tropical Breeze
she Loves Coconuts And Love Songs
with A Little Reggae Please

and It Was Almost Jamaica
almost Paradise
it Was Almost Jamaica
it Was Almost Real Nice

almost Jamaica
almost Paradise
it Was Almost Jamaica
it Was Almost Real Nice

it Was Almost Jamaica
almost Paradise
it Was Almost Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica
it Was Almost Real Nice