John Robert Jackson Tropicanya
Say goodbye to your sorrows
Say goodbye to your cares
You’ll get back to them later
C’mon if you dare
If you’re ready gonna go South
You know to the Gulf Of Mexico
Or on to Rio de Janeiro… de Janeiro
Tropicanya… Girl
Tropicanya… Tropicanya
Tropicanya… with me
So let’s heat things up a bit
The chances are infinite
I know a place where we can go
Give me a sign girl…hey let it show… let it show
You want to touch the ocean breeze
Feel the tide moving under your feet… under your feet
Right where I want to be
With you under a palm tree
Well I tell you now I can see you tan
With your toes in the hot golden sand
Tell me now… Tropicanya
Tropicanya… Tropicanya
Tropicanya… Tropicanya
Tropicanya with me
Let’s take the last plane out tonight
We’re gonna do things right
Tropicanya… Tropicanya… Tropicanya
Tropicanya… Tropicanya… Tropicanya
Tropicanya… Tropicanya… Tropicanya
