Almost Jamaica

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