She was born in Dakota   Where she froze to death each winter   But she dreamed about the islands   By the fire burning splendour.      It was almost Jamaica   Almost paradise   It was almost Jamaica   It was almost real nice.      So she moved down on the border   With the sunshine but no seaweed   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.      --- Instrumental ---      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.      --- Instrumental ---      She loved their hurricane warnings   And the tropical breeze   She loves coconuts and love songs   With a little reggae breeze.      It was almost Jamaica   Almost paradise   It was almost Jamaica   It was almost real nice.      --- Instrumental ---      It was almost Jamaica   Almost paradise   It was almost Jamaica   It was almost real nice.      It was almost Jamaica   Almost paradise   It was almost Jamaica   It was almost real nice.      It was almost Jamaica   Almost paradise   It was almost Jamaica   It was almost real nice.      It was almost Jamaica   Almost paradise   It was almost Jamaica   It was almost real nice...