Tropic Apocalypse

It's been a while, since our last vacation The travel agent, says the new sensation Is all-inclusive, baby says pay 'em So I book. two. tickets. to an island nation The sand is hot, and the drinks are free It's paradise, by a blue-green sea I'm feeling fine but then my heart beats faster When I spy, a genuine, natural disaster Bahama mama... Tropic Apocalypse An island beauty with a grass skirt around her hips She brings me drinks with a smile that's just for tips Bahama mama, tropic apocalypse I caught her eye, when she caught me, glancing I don't know why, I thought I'd take, my chance then She's off at twelve, I find out where, she's dancing And when baby goes to sleep, I'm going out romancing I get there late... so I ask the bartender, has he Seen my date, a girl who's curvy and slender He nods his head, but before he points at-her He warns me, Son, that girl's a natural disaster That Bahama mama, is a tropic apocalypse An island siren calling sailors to rocky cliffs She's got a body, that could sink a, thousand ships Bahama mama, is a tropic apocalypse He said he Sailed into town, for a week's vacation Ten years ago, they were celebrating Gave in one night, to sweet temptation My fiancé left me stranded on this island nation I'd heard enough, to make up my mind There's only one girl now, that I wanna find I turn to leave, but then my heart beats, faster When I spy, a genuine, natural disaster Bahama PAPA... Tropic Apocalypse Some island dude's, got his hands on my baby's hips He makes her sway, like the deck of a rolling ship Bahama papa... Tropic Apocalypse I grab her hand, and pull her off the dance floor We haven't even, made it to the front door She's already talking 'bout our next vacation But I think this time I'll take her to an arctic nation These Bahama mamas, are a tropic apocalypse These island cuties are a danger to passing ships They bring you drinks, with a smile that's just for tips Bahama mama... tropic apocalypse