PROBLEMAS IN PARADISE

We thought that all of our troubles, were left home far behind 
But we found a few problemas, right here in paradise

The palm trees keep hiding the sun, forcing me to move my towel 
Getting up again just ain’t no fun, cause all night long the rooster howled

CHORUS: Problemas in Paradise (x2)

My designer shades won’t come clean, the sea breeze fogs them up 
The vendor on the beach keeps bothering me, another margarita he fills my cup

The smell of seafood cooking, is fouling up the air 
Bikini babes they ain’t looking, I got sun bleach in my hair

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The sand keeps sticking to the sunscreen, 
And there’s too many kinds of booze 
I’m bending my mind about the duty free, 
Oh tell me which brand of tequila to choose

Coco Loco‘s and cocktails, I’m dizzy with the waves and tides 
shopping with my wife until the legs fail, she bought so much I’m mesmerized

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I feel pressured to send a postcard, when all I’ve got to say tonight 
life’s been a beach so far, things are tough but oh so nice

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"I'll never get the sand out of my swimsuit"