
NEW CD ON THE WAY SOON. Check out the lyrics to the songs already written below:ISLAND SWING Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2007 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI) VERSE 1 Its a sunny day in the islands The porch swing begins to sway My arms around you and were both smiling It feels good to get away Time to relax, no need to hurry This tropical place brings relief Life is so calm here, theres no need to worry Now Im so glad that
CHORUS Weve got the summer wind behind us Blowing our dreams upon the sea The sun is shinning, youre sitting here beside me I feel like a king, in my island swing VERSE 2 Looking back on all of our memories From the first time that we met I close my eyes and my mind sends me To places Ill never forget All of the good times, all of the laugher Made it easy for me to believe Your love was just what I was after Now I am so glad that
CHORUS Weve got the summer wind behind us Blowing our dreams upon the sea The sun is shinning, youre sitting here beside me I feel like a king, in my island swing BRIDGE Every now and then we need to get away; somewhere Reflect on all our past; and all the love weve shared Make our plans to do all that we have dreamed And its amazing how far into the future we can see Sitting in this island swing INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS Weve got the summer wind behind us Blowing our dreams upon the sea The sun is shinning, youre sitting here beside me I feel like a king, in my island swing TAG The sun is shinning, youre sitting here beside me I feel like a king, in my island swing LIQUID LUNCH Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2007 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
VERSE 1 When youre in St. Martin, youve got to go Down to Toppers and meet Julio Youll always find him behind the bar He serves your rum punch in a mason jar CHORUS Were bar hoppin, on St. Martin Every bar has a different rum punch Well save our appetites, for later tonight Today well have a liquid lunch VERSE 2 Over at The Wharf, youve got to see The reggae band, playing Bob Marley You drink the rum punch and you fly away Like three little birds on a sunny day CHORUS Were bar hoppin, on St. Martin Every bar has a different rum punch Well save our appetites, for later tonight Today well have a liquid lunch INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE Over by the airport at the Sunset Bar Beside the sea and the sand You can drink rum punch on the deck And watch the big planes land But it seemed like every time A planes wheels touched the ground We were saying, Hey bartender Get us another round VERSE 3 All around St. Martin, from the French to the Dutch Every bar claimed they made the best rum punch But we all agreed, the night before we went home The best rum punch we made on our own CHORUS Were bar hoppin, on St. Martin Every bar has a different rum punch Well save our appetites, for later tonight Today well have a liquid lunch CHORUS Were bar hoppin, on St. Martin Every bar has a different rum punch Well save our appetites, for later tonight Today well have a liquid lunch TAG Well save our appetites, for later tonight Today well have a liquid lunch ROMANCE IN PARADISE Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2007 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
VERSE 1 Ive got a proposition, Baby, dont say no I bought two tickets so that we can go I promise you its gonna make you smile Hanging out together on a tropical isle I know I dont have to ask you twice To have a little bit or romance in paradise VERSE 2 Ive already checked with the weather man You can wear your new bikini and show off your tan Well drink rum jumbies til we close our eyes Fall asleep together under clear blue skies At night well have dinner and champagne on ice And a little bit or romance in paradise CHORUS Romance is good by a fireside Or snuggled up together on a sleigh ride But sunshine and beaches are far more nice Lets have a little bit of romance in paradise VERSE 3 You said, yes, just like I knew you would A long vacation will do us good The magazine read, we should treat ourselves right Relaxation and some bright sunlight I think its best that we take that advice And have a little bit of romance in paradise CHORUS Romance is good by a fireside Or snuggled up together on a sleigh ride But sunshine and beaches are far more nice Lets have a little bit of romance in paradise A little but of romance in paradise INSTRUMENTAL VERSE 4 So pack your suitcase and go with me Two chairs are waiting under a palm tree The sand is white and the water is clear The weather is perfect every day of the year No matter what it cost, Ill pay the price For a little bit of romance in paradise CHORUS Romance is good by a fireside Or snuggled up together on a sleigh ride But sunshine and beaches are far more nice Lets have a little bit of romance in paradise TAG Have a little romance in paradise A little bit of romance in paradise TWO BIG COCONUTS Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2006 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
VERSE 1 Down in the islands, you learn the first thing About mid-day, you get really thirsty I was really hot, so I dropped into a shop Asked the girl for water, she said, I think not
Down in the islands, water is not enough To quench your thirst, you need two big coconuts Two big coconuts VERSE 2 Id never heard that, but I was really dry And willing, to give anything a try I was really hot, I was on the spot Asked her, please give me Anything youve got Down in the islands, water is not enough To quench your thirst, you need two big coconuts Two big coconuts CHORUS One coconut, just wont do When youre thirsty, it takes two Not three, not four Two coconuts, you need no more Not five, not six Two coconuts will do the trick Two coconuts, can you dig Two coconuts make sure theyre big INSTRUMENTAL VERSE 3 Big coconuts, sweet to the taste I dont like to see anything go to waste I was really hot, so I drank a lot Licked my lips and said Give me one more shot Down in the islands, water is not enough To quench your thirst, you need two big coconuts CHORUS One coconut, just wont do When youre thirsty, it takes two Not three, not four Two coconuts, you need no more Not five, not six Two coconuts will do the trick Two coconuts, can you dig Two coconuts make sure theyre big TAG She had big coconuts She gave me big coconuts Two big coconuts BEAUTY AND THE BEACH Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2008 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
VERSE 1 She opens the window blinds Takes a look at the beach outside Theres a sparkle in her eyes She is finally where she belongs Every since she was a little child The ocean made her smile She liked seeing for miles and miles And can stare at it all day long CHORUS Its one thing to have a view of the beach Another, a beautiful girl But when youve got beauty and the beach Youve got the best of both worlds Ive got one of each, Beauty and the beach VERSE 2 She gently rubs on sun screen Her body, its soft, yet lean Lying beside her, its quite a scene Wow, Im a lucky man With her visor pulled down low Sunglasses, shes taking it slow What shes reading, I dont know Then she reaches out and touches my hand CHORUS Its one thing to have a view of the beach Another, a beautiful girl But when youve got beauty and the beach Youve got the best of both worlds Ive got one of each, Beauty and the beach BRIDGE When I think of all Ive got, its a wonderful thing Life on the beach, a beautiful girl, friends and family And all the joy life brings, painted in the songs I sing The canvas of my life, beauty and the beach INSTRUMENTAL VERSE 3 A sunset from the balcony Her hair is blown by a southern breeze Then she turns and says to me Lets walk on the beach awhile Its here she is right at home Bare feet in the sand and foam She has a beauty Ive never known I am captured by her smile CHORUS Its one thing to have a view of the beach Another, a beautiful girl But when youve got beauty and the beach Youve got the best of both worlds Ive got one of each, Beauty and the beach TAG Im so glad Ive got one of each, Beauty and the beach ROLE OF A PARADISE Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2008 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
VERSE 1 If your life is unpredictable, spinning round in circles Like a Vegas roulette wheel Or black jack - Hit me, No Im staying Depending on each moment just how you feel Youve been talking about moving where its always sunny But cant make up your mind if you should really go Some things are worth a lot more than money Its time to start taking things a bit more slow CHORUS All of life is a gamble, so heres some good advice When you need to relax, you want to feel nice And your life needs some tropical spice Thats the role of a paradise VERSE 2 You keep pulling the handle, over and over Hoping that everything lines up right Your decision is stalled like a drawn out game of poker Waiting on the hand of your life Youve been talking about moving to white sandy beaches Where a deck chair and palm trees would be enough You say you cant go but there is one thing life teaches Sometimes youve got to call your own bluff CHORUS All of life is a gamble, so heres some good advice When you need to relax, you want to feel nice And your life needs some tropical spice Thats the role of a paradise INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE Sometimes a little of what you really want, can mean a lot But you cant spend your whole life long, waiting to hit the big jack pot CHORUS All of life is a gamble, so heres some good advice When you need to relax, you want to feel nice And your life needs some tropical spice Thats the role of a paradise TAG Take a chance, all you need is the role of a paradise ******************************************************* Below are all the lyrics to CD "DANCING ON THE BEACH," the latest release, and the previous release "VACATION" CD. SCROLL PAST "DANCING ON THE BEACH" LYRICS FOR "VACATION" CD LYRICS AVAILABLE NOW "DANCING ON THE BEACH" LYRICS: Track 1 NO GAS, NO MOTOR, NO PROBLEM Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2006 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI) Verse 1 Hoist up the jib sail, cast off the line The boat moves slowly, but we've got plenty of time Nothing could be better than getting underway Our friends are all onboard and we're cruising on the bay Verse 2 Power boats and jet skis, they speed on past But I say, life's too short to be moving so fast Let out the spinnaker, haul up the main We may not be as fast but we'll get there just the same, 'cause Chorus The wind is in our sails, from the top to the bottom Somebody ring the bell, no gas, no motor, no problem Verse 3 See that boat over there, they forgot the first rule When you spend a day on the water, always carry extra fuel That other boat's engine went out, they can't go Guess they'll just sit around waiting on a tow, but Chorus The wind is in our sails, from the top to the bottom Somebody ring the bell, no gas, no motor, no problem Instrumental Bridge Bathing suits, bare feet, sunshine, it's breezy Sailboat, so sweet, we're just taking it easy, 'cause Chorus The wind is in our sails, from the top to the bottom Somebody ring the bell, no gas, no motor, no problem No gas, no motor, no problem Track 2 MARTINIS AND BIKINIS Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2006 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI) Verse 1 I took off on a little trip Went down to the pool bar to have a sip Of the tropical drink of the day Blue martinis, two for one Hawaiian Tropic, don't you know That afternoon, was having a show Teenie bikinis, Oh, way too much fun Chorus Martinis and bikinis, got me looking up and down Martinis and bikinis, got my head spinning around
Verse 2 I enjoyed the show and was quite amazed That I could see anything through the haze Blue martinis, drink after drink Hawaiian Tropic was casting its spell The girls pranced and the young boys yelled Teenie bikinis and martinis, I don't know what to think Chorus Martinis and bikinis, got me looking up and down Martinis and bikinis, got my head spinning around Instrumental Bridge Flowers and pastels, solids and stripes All skinny from the bottom to the top Hey, but I never saw the itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie one With yellow polka-dots, Woo Things are getting hot, hot, hot Chorus Martinis and bikinis, got me looking up and down Martinis and bikinis, got my head spinning around Chorus Martinis and bikinis, got me looking up and down Martinis and bikinis, got my head spinning around Martinis and bikinis, Oh, they've got my head spinning around Track 3 POSTCARDS FROM ORLANDO Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2006 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 Why don't we go, down to Orlando I hear there's magic all around There's so much to see, Baby, you and me We'll have a good time in Orlando Chorus All our friends will wonder where we are What we're doing they won't know They will be surprised, when we say hello With postcards from Orlando Verse 2 I think it's time, to go where the sun shines And a party when the sun goes down There's so much to do, Baby, me and you Might fall in love in Orlando Chorus All our friends will wonder where we are What we're doing they won' know They will be surprised, when we say hello With postcards from Orlando Instrumental Bridge We'll lay out by the pool, turn off the phone Everything can wait, until we get back home Chorus All our friends will wonder where we are What we're doing they won't know They will be surprised, when we say hello With postcards from Orlando Won't they be surprised, when we say hello With postcards from Orlando We'll send you postcards from Orlando Track 4 COCONUT JAZZ Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2004 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 There's good jazz in New York City It's called Dixieland in New Orleans They swing in L.A. and Chicago Some of the best players you've ever seen But way down south in the islands In a club on a side street The jazz is hot, but the band is cool They wear flip-flops on their feet Chorus Drinking coconut rum martinis Mix in some swinging tunes, Pizzazz! Shake it, stir it, what ever your taste It comes out coconut jazz Verse 2 The drummer is wearing a tank top In a corner just left of the stage The guitar player's popping the rhythm He wears a bathing suit faded with age Mr. Bass Man in his sunglasses Oh, he's thumping his upright bass The steel drum pinging the high notes Got 'em swinging all over the place Chorus Drinking coconut rum martinis Mix in some swinging tunes, Pizzazz! Shake it, stir it, what ever your taste It comes out coconut jazz Instrumental Bridge MmmMmmHmm, I'll have another round for the band please A mixture of Bob Marley and Earl Klugh Beach bums and old beatniks All snapping their fingers, tapping the feet Sure makes for quite a mix Verse 3 The bartender makes pina coladas Then some vodka on the rocks The band has been jammin'for hours Never looking up at the clock The lights never dim for last call The crowd just drifts on out the door But, they'll all be back tomorrow night They'll go coconuts once more Chorus Drinking coconut rum martinis Mix in some swinging tunes, Pizzazz! Shake it, stir it, what ever your taste It comes out coconut jazz Chorus Drinking coconut rum martinis Mix in some swinging tunes, Pizzazz! Shake it, stir it, what ever your taste It comes out coconut jazz Shake it, stir it, what ever your taste It comes out coconut jazz Track 5 SERENE Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2005 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 She wants to take it slowly I don't want to break her stride I'm just glad that it's me that she is Taking along for the ride She makes me smile when I'm with her I make her laugh out loud She's so amusing when she Has her head in the clouds Chorus She's so serene, feels like I'm in a dream And I try to run but my legs won't move She says, slow down, you've got nothing to prove I'll be around, I'm just serene Verse 2 The times that we spend together Always makes me long for more Relax, is what she tells me I try to, but my heart wants to soar Zany feelings have got me spellbound Is anticipation driving me wild? A little patience is what I must have Rushing things is just not her style Chorus She's so serene, feels like I'm in a dream And I try to run but my legs won't move She says, slow down, you've got nothing to prove I'll be around, I'm just serene Bridge She says she needs a little more time And assures me that I'm always on her mind She tells me just to chill, she says, you know I will Finally come around, I'm just serene Instrumental Chorus She's so serene, feels like I'm in a dream And I try to run but my legs won't move She says, slow down, you've got nothing to prove I'll be around, I'm just serene She's just serene Track 6 A LAZY SATURDAY MORNING © 2002 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI) Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell
Chorus I dig a lazy Saturday morning Lots of sunshine, no TV, no telephone calls I dig a lazy Saturday morning Laying in the hammock doing absolutely nothing at all Verse 1 The neighbor down the street He's mowing his lawn His wife is planting flowers With hardly nothing on I don't know why he's got his mind on his grass When he could be sipping lemonade and watching her.. Chorus I dig a lazy Saturday morning Lots of sunshine, no TV, no telephone calls I dig a lazy Saturday morning Laying in the hammock doing absolutely nothing at all Verse 2 The guy across the street Is working on his van The kids are running through the sprinkler He's a family man He's got his mind on an oil change, tune-up and lube Pays no attention to the joggers with the bouncing... Chorus I dig a lazy Saturday morning Lots of sunshine, no TV, no telephone calls I dig a lazy Saturday morning Laying in the hammock doing absolutely nothing at all Bridge I can close my eyes and I can dream Be anywhere I want to be Dancing on an island with a hula girl Or sailing on a ship all around the world Sail on sailor Instrumental Verse 3 Two old ladies are talking With three old men With noses in the air They're spreading gossip again Every one says they're always up to no good But go to them for the news of the neighbor... Chorus I dig a lazy Saturday morning (Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, any day) Mid-Chorus I dig a lazy Saturday morning (Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, any day) Chorus I dig a lazy Saturday morning Lots of sunshine, no TV, no telephone calls I dig a lazy Saturday morning Laying in the hammock doing absolutely nothing at all I dig a lazy Saturday morning Track 7 FOREVER ON THE EMERALD COAST Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2005 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 Emerald coast of Florida Down on the Gulf of Mexico She says she's got to go Memories of childhood Walks along the beach holding Dad's hand And castles in the sand Chorus A lifetime has come and gone measured by weekends Visiting the place her heart has always been One day she'll say goodbye to the life she knows And live forever on the Emerald Coast Verse 2 Redneck Rivera Is not what it use to be when she was small Progress consumes us all But standing on the snow white sand Looking out onto the emerald sea It's the same as it use to be Chorus A lifetime has come and gone measured by weekends Visiting the place her heart has always been One day she'll say goodbye to the life she knows And live forever on the Emerald Coast Bridge From the days of a young girl's laughter Through spring breaks and all years after In her heart, she has always known No matter the time or sacrifice One day she'll return to paradise And make the Gulf of Mexico her home Instrumental Chorus A lifetime has come and gone measured by weekends Visiting the place her heart has always been One day she'll say goodbye to the life she knows And live forever on the Emerald Coast She's going to say goodbye to the life she knows And live forever on the Emerald Coast Track 8 MY FRIEND Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell (c) 2005 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 Everybody's got someone Where confidence is allowed Some were friends long ago Some are still friends now Everybody's got a story Of loyalty through the years Someone who cheered them to success And was there to share their tears Chorus One stands out above the rest Truly a Godsend You deserve a song of your own Here's to you, my friend Verse 2 Everybody knows someone Who will give up all their time To lend a helping hand Someone who's heart is kind Everybody can remember Letters and phone calls Evenings full of laughter With friends who gave their all Chorus One stands out above the rest Truly a Godsend You deserve a song of your own Here's to you, my friend Instrumental Chorus One stands out above the rest Truly a Godsend You deserve a song of your own Here's to you, my friend You deserve a song of your own Here's to you, my friend Track 9 DANCING ON THE BEACH Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2004 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Chorus Dancing on the Beach, arm around my Baby Cheek to cheek, hand in hand Dancing on the Beach, underneath the moonlight Four bare feet, kicking up the sand Verse 1 Dancing in high school, dancing at the ball Dancing by the juke box or any place at all Everyone loves dancing, but if you ask me Nothing can be finer than dancing by the sea Chorus Dancing on the Beach, arm around my Baby Cheek to cheek, hand in hand Dancing on the Beach, underneath the moonlight Four bare feet, kicking up the sand Verse 2 Do the Lindy Hop, dance the Jitterbug Nothing like a slow dance to make you fall in love From Atlantic City to the Florida Beach Bop On the Carolina coast, the shagging never stops Chorus Dancing on the Beach, arm around my Baby Cheek to cheek, hand in hand Dancing on the Beach, underneath the moonlight Four bare feet, kicking up the sand Bridge Don't be afraid, take a chance Walk right up to the one you want And say, Let's dance! Instrumental Verse 3 Swing her to the left, give her a spin Grab her other hand and pull her close in Give her a kiss, dip her to the right If I am lucky, we'll be shagging through the night Chorus Dancing on the Beach, arm around my Baby Cheek to cheek, hand in hand Dancing on the Beach, underneath the moonlight Four bare feet, kicking up the sand Chorus Dancing on the Beach, arm around my Baby Cheek to cheek, hand in hand Dancing on the Beach, underneath the moonlight Four bare feet, kicking up the sand Chorus Dancing on the Beach, arm around my Baby Cheek to cheek, hand in hand Dancing on the Beach, underneath the moonlight Four bare feet, kicking up the sand Track 10 WRITE ME A NOTE Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2002 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 Friday afternoon, I've been working all week I've got a little money to spend Tonight I have a date, but first I decided I would go out with some of my friends We laugh and we joke about the Big Boss Man How we need more pay I saw I had a message on my phone I listened and I heard her say Chorus Why don't you write me a note Why don't you call on the phone Why are you out with all your friends While I wait for you all alone Why don't you tap on my window Why don't you knock on my door You'd better do something fast Because I don't want to wait for you anymore Verse 3 So I ran from my friends as fast as I could With one thing on my mind Get to her and apologize While I still had time I got to her street, her house was dark Yes, she had gone to bed A letter was taped to her front door This is how it read Chorus Why don't you write me a note Why don't you call on the phone Why are you out with all your friends While I wait for you all alone Why don't you tap on my window Why don't you knock on my door You'd better do something fast Because I don't want to wait for you anymore Instrumental Verse 3 So I called on the phone and I knocked on her door Handed her a note She smiled at me when she looked down And read the words I wrote I am so sorry, please forgive me Can we still be friends She winked and said, we can be more than that If I never have to say again Chorus Why don't you write me a note Why don't you call on the phone Why are you out with all your friends While I wait for you all alone Why don't you tap on my window Why don't you knock on my door You'd better do something fast Because I don't want to wait for you anymore Chorus Why don't you write me a note Why don't you call on the phone Why are you out with all your friends While I wait for you all alone Why don't you tap on my window Why don't you knock on my door You'd better do something fast Because I don't want to wait for you anymore So, if you're late, no joke Just remember to write the note Track 11 RUM PHONICS Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2006 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 He says erotic, he means erratic His tongue is tied, his brain is full of static He's an educated man, but when a drink's in his hand He speaks a language you can't understand Chorus A little bit of rum will not make you numb It's not surprising, nor is it ironic When you've had too much to drink It makes it hard to think And you'll find yourself speaking rum phonics Verse 2 He says tarbender, he means bartender His speech tells you his mind is in a blender He's a musical man, he sings along with the band In a language you can't understand Chorus A little bit of rum will not make you numb It's not surprising, nor is it ironic When you've had too much to drink It makes it hard to think And you'll find yourself speaking rum phonics Instrumental Bridge He really likes his rum And a good conversation or two Take some advice from me If he turns and starts talking to you Verse 3 And says, Hey there, it's good to know ya Then he buys you a rum and coca-cola I do not say this in jest Here's how you'll know you're a mess You understand every word that he says CHorus A little bit of rum will not make you numb It's not surprising, nor is it ironic When you've had too much to drink It makes it hard to think And you'll find yourself speaking rum phonics When you've had too much to drink It makes it hard to think And you'll find yourself speaking rum phonics Track 12 YOU'RE ON VACATION Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2005 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 Relax; kick back No need to have a panic attack You're on vacation You're stressed, you're a mess It's time to give your mind a rest You're on vacation Chorus Take a little time for yourself No time to worry about anything else Live the life of ease, do just what you please Permission granted for you to be carefree You're on vacation Verse 2 Take five, many times Be in neutral, not overdrive You're on vacation What a thrill, just to chill You're going to like the way it makes you feel You're on vacation Chorus Take a little time for yourself No time to worry about anything else Live the life of ease, do just what you please Permission granted for you to be carefree You're on vacation Bridge A lazy hammock under the tree is Rocked gently by ocean breezes Each time it sways, your troubles fade away All your dreams become reality When you're on vacation Instrumental Verse 3 Island band, they're grand Dancing toes in the snow white sand You're on vacation Blue seas, palm trees This is how life was meant to be You're on vacation Chorus Take a little time for yourself No time to worry about anything else Live the life of ease, do just what you please Permission granted for you to be carefree You're on vacation You're on vacation Relax, You're on vacation Track 13 A LADY AND A DANCER Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2006 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 I knew, she was a lady The first time that we met Even though she would go crazy On the dance floor, she was the best She said, hello, how are you Her voice was familiar somehow It's like we already knew All I could do was say, I am fine now Pre-Chorus Sometimes it's hard to imagine Within a short time, it would be like We'd always been together Sharing the best times of our life Chorus She's a lady and a dancer I want everyone to see She's a lady and a dancer Now the lady's dancing with me Verse 2 Love grew from the first time I met her The days went by so fast Every week got better and better We both knew, this could last She liked the beach and liked to dance She loved music and sunshine The same for me, so I took a chance No better lady, no better time Pre-Chorus Sometimes it's hard to imagine Within a short time, it would be like We'd always been together Sharing the best times of our life Chorus She's a lady and a dancer I want everyone to see She's a lady and a dancer Now the lady's dancing with me Instrumental Bridge Sometimes you know it's the right thing The love is there with all of the fun Same soul, same aspirations She said and I said, you are the one Chorus She's a lady and a dancer I want everyone to see She's a lady and a dancer Now the lady's dancing with me Chorus She's a lady and a dancer I want everyone to see She's a lady and a dancer Now the lady's dancing with me Track 14 A LOTTA PINA COLADAS Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2005 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Verse 1 She likes to dance, I like the beach One thing in common, we like tropical drinks I took her on a Caribbean cruise She made me put on my dancing shoes Chorus We drank a lotta pina coladas And danced until the sun came up It was a lotta pina coladas And a whole bunch of my Baby's love Verse 2 She's got heart, I've got soul With that combination we can never grow old I took her to a luau in Waikiki She took me away behind the coconut tree Chorus We drank a lotta pina coladas And danced until the sun came up It was a lotta pina coladas And a whole bunch of my Baby's love Bridge Coconut cream, pineapple juice Put in some rum, makes my feet get loose Add crushed ice, blend it fast Out of the blender into a tall glass Fruit on the rim, umbrella on top Keep 'em coming, no need to stop A lotta pina coladas And a whole bunch of love Instrumental Chorus We drank a lotta pina coladas And danced until the sun came up It was a lotta pina coladas And a whole bunch of my Baby's love Verse 3 She's so sweet, I'm a beach bum She's the pineapple juice, I'm the coconut rum I took her on the dance floor, they turned up the beat We blended together like a tropical treat Chorus We drank a lotta pina coladas And danced until the sun came up It was a lotta pina coladas And a whole bunch of my Baby's love A lotta pina coladas A lotta pina coladas A lotta pina coladas And a whole bunch of my Baby's love ----------------------------------------------------- "VACATION" CD LYRICS
TRACK 1 VACATION Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2004 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI) I'm going on vacation, I'm going on vacation I've got my suitcases packed I'm, yes, I?m going on vacation I'm going on vacation And I'm never, never, ever coming back I've been wondering for so long Why I'm working for somebody else Saving up all my vacation Just to have a little time to myself When I could be in the islands Where even the work is play I could be styling And living vacation everyday I'm going on vacation, I'm going on vacation I've got my suitcases packed I'm, yes, I'm going on vacation I'm going on vacation And I'm never, never, ever coming back Vacations are too short A week and sometimes two Just when you start relaxing Vacation is already through And you're back home and working A forty hour week and then One thing's for certain You can't wait for vacation again I'm going on vacation, I'm going on vacation I've got my suitcases packed I'm, yes, I'm going on vacation I'm going on vacation And I'm never, never, ever coming back So many places to see, so much I want to do So little time to make it all come true I've put it off too long The islands are where I belong It's time to prove, I'm making my move I'll see you there, so long Pack it all up, pack it up now Pack it all up, never coming back I'm going on vacation, I'm going on vacation I've got my suitcases packed I'm, yes, I'm going on vacation I'm going on vacation And I'm never, never, ever coming back I'm, yes, I'm going on vacation, I'm going on vacation And I'm never, never, ever coming back I'm going on vacation! TRACK 2 CARIBBEAN CRAZY Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2002 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Got a call from some old friends They asked me how have I been I said, I couldn't be better Living here in this beautiful weather How's it going with you? They said, we're feeling lousy The weather here has been so cloudy We're about to go insane In all this cold and rain We need a cure for the blues It's time to go where it's always sunny Drink margaritas underneath a coconut tree Walk hand in hand on the beach with your Honey Feel the foam at your feet And the warmth of an island breeze Where everyone expects you to be lazy You've got to head down south And go Caribbean crazy I said, it's time to get going Now that you're sitting there knowing Just what you need to do To finally cure those blues You know where you belong Lay on the beach and sail until sunset Then go into town and you bet You're going to dance the night away As you listen to the tropical band Play a Caribbean song It's time to go where it's always sunny Drink margaritas underneath a coconut tree Walk hand in hand on the beach with your Honey Feel the foam at your feet And the warmth of an island breeze Where everyone expects you to be lazy You've got to head down south And go Caribbean crazy You know you need a Caribbean get-a-way Every time you close your eyes You hear those steel drums play It's time to go where it's always sunny Drink margaritas underneath a coconut tree Walk hand in hand on the beach with your Honey Feel the foam at your feet And the warmth of an island breeze Where everyone expects you to be lazy You've got to head down south And go Caribbean crazy You've got to head down south And go Caribbean crazy TRACK 3 SAIL - EBRATION Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
The water is sparkling like diamonds on the bay Tell-tails indicate a breeze is on the way Out in the channel, sails reach for the sun Sailors shout their greetings Good day good friends, have fun I love to go sailing with all my friends Get all the boats in a formation The wind is strong, you're welcome to come along Join us for a day of sail-ebration Barbequing sunbathers wave to us from shore Colorful spinnakers are so hard to ignore I relate, as many times I've longed to be afloat Every time I looked to sea, I wished I had a boat I love to go sailing with all my friends Get all the boats in a formation The wind is strong, you're welcome to come along Join us for a day of sail-ebration The Captain goes below And brings up cola, rum and limes Shoes off, wind blown hair Good friends and good times The wind peaks, hold on tight Now we're making way Biscayne Bay is ours today On the Cuba Libre Time has flown just like the wind The day turns into night Grind the winch and come about And pull the lines in tight Join our friends back on the dock Share our salty tales Greet the sun tomorrow for another day of sail I love to go sailing with all my friends Get all the boats in a formation The wind is strong, you're welcome to come along Join us for a day of sail-ebration It's a day full of sail-ebration TRACK 4 SUGARCANE IS SWEET Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Sugarcane is sweet but my Baby is sweeter That's the reason I will always treat her So good, be so true We're as cozy as two Eskimos in an igloo Like the mid-morning sun She warms me all over, turn me over I'm done Sugarcane is sweet but my Baby is sweeter than that My Baby is sweeter than sugarcane Smoother than a silky dress Softer than cotton, hotter than fire She makes my heart say "yes" Sugarcane is sweet but my Baby is sweeter than that Cotton is soft but my Baby is softer That's the reason I will always offer To be there, by her side When I'm with her I like the way I feel inside Like good wine, there's no debating A kiss from her lips is so intoxicating Cotton is soft but my Baby is softer than that My Baby is sweeter than sugarcane Smoother than a silky dress Softer than cotton, hotter than fire She makes my heart say "yes" Sugarcane is sweet but my Baby is sweeter than that Silk is smooth but my Baby is smoother I'm not really sure just why I move her To care about me, when I'm rough on the edges It's amazing she sees Through my thick layer of skin Where she says underneath lies a sparking gem Silk is smooth but my Baby is smoother than that My Baby is sweeter than sugarcane Smoother than a silky dress Softer than cotton, hotter than fire She makes my heart say "yes" Sugarcane is sweet but my Baby is sweeter than that Everyone needs someone To love and treat so fine I hope you have found your Baby 'Cause I have sure found mine Fire is hot but my Baby is hotter I'd tell you more, but I say what bother Some things are best kept to yourself When she holds me close I think of nothing else I kiss her once, I want to kiss her again She breathes out, I want to breathe in Fire is hot but my Baby is hotter than that My Baby is sweeter than sugarcane Smoother than a silky dress Softer than cotton, hotter than fire She makes my heart say "yes" Sugarcane is sweet but my Baby is sweeter than that Sugarcane is sweet but my Baby is sweeter than that TRACK 5 PICTURES Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
The weather has got me smiling The sun it feels so warm The sky is blue with some clouds in the distance But they mean no harm For all of the beauty, that my eyes see The best part about this picture Is you're here with me A sunset from the back porch swing Photo albums worn with age A sigh or a laugh for each picture Fond memories page after page For all of the romance and all of the fun The best part about these pictures Is you're in every one Pictures to keep the past alive Memories of another place and time This picture perfect day, makes me just want to say I picture this, a lifetime for you and I The future is made up of pictures in my mind I can see, you and me, until the end of time Just like a summer vacation Somewhere on a tropical isle Pictures bring back the magic Of the first time I saw you smile For all of the memories and all of our dreams Here's to pictures and the joy they bring Pictures to keep the past alive Memories of another place and time This picture perfect day, makes me want to say I picture this, a lifetime for you and I Just picture this, a lifetime for you and I TRACK 6 MAKE MINE A PINA COLADA © 2002 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI) Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell
She likes an olive with her martini Cashmere sweater and Italian boots Well, I like style, but where I am going They wear flip-flops and a bathing suit So, make mine a pina colada I've been working too hard, now I've gotta Take a chance on life and have a little fun I've got some money in my pocket And a one-way ticket to the tropics So bartender, make mine a pina colada He likes his beer in a long neck bottle Belt buckle and a cowboy hat Well, I like Willie and Waylon too But at this moment, I'm not feeling like that So, make mine a pina colada I've been working too hard, now I've gotta Take a chance on life and have a little fun I've got some money in my pocket And a one-way ticket to the tropics So bartender, make mine a pina colada That couple toast their glasses of champagne Wedding dress and a rented tux One day I might find myself in that position But for now, I'll just wish them luck So, make mine a pina colada I've been working too hard, now I've gotta Take a chance on life and have a little fun (Let's have some fun) They like margaritas and Coronas Hawaiian shirts and tropical tales Boat talk and songs of the islands Now that's a group I can fit in quite well So, make mine a pina colada I've been working too hard, now I've gotta Take a chance on life and have a little fun I've got some money in my pocket And a one-way ticket to the tropics So bartender, make mine a pina colada Make mine a pina colada Make mine a pina colada TRACK 7 COCONUT GIRL Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
In the little tiki bar at the big resort Everyday is much the same Bartenders all pride themselves On knowing everyone's drink and name Tropical drinks come in a coconut shell Served by the girl with the coconut earrings When I drop by, she smiles and says "Hi" And makes my heart start to sing I'm so crazy about that girl She's the sanity in a coconut world Like a daiquiri in a blender, my head's in a whirl I'm crazy about the Coconut Girl She always wears Hawaiian sarongs Around her waist And a pastel bikini top Hibiscus in her hair and a necklace of shells And tiny pink flip flops Everyone tells her how pretty she is That's a fact I will not deny But when she looks at me I'm like a bird on the breeze I never get past her eyes I'm so crazy about that girl She's the sanity in a coconut world Like a daiquiri in a blender, my head's in a whirl I'm crazy about the Coconut Girl In a coconut world there's a Big Kahuna Sitting on every bar stool She smiles at the guys And they each see themselves As the one she thinks is so cool She tells me I'm crazy, well, I'm a little insane Maybe even loco but With the wink of her eye, she assures me that I Am still her Big Coconut I'm so crazy about that girl She's the sanity in a coconut world Like a daiquiri in a blender, my head's in a whirl I'm crazy about the Coconut Girl Well, if she's a coconut then I'm a tropical squirrel I'm crazy about the Coconut Girl (You're so crazy) TRACK 8 CAPTAINS Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell (c) 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
In the stillness of the morning On the docks along the bay The smell of bait fish, the sound of tackle Welcomes the day As the Captains greet new faces The deck hands smile and yawn Passengers are unaware They were up way before the dawn Captains steer their boats Towards the morning sun Working hard each day So the passengers have fun It's not an easy life they're living But they're living a life of ease Doing what most will never do Captains live their dream When they were young They took up fishing To mentally escape A constant world of hustle Was soon left in their wake They dreamed of growing older And a big boat of their own Going fishing everyday And to call the ocean home Captains steer their boats Towards the morning sun Working hard each day So the passengers have fun It's not an easy life they're living But they're living a life of ease Doing what most will never do Captains live their dream In the stillness of the evening There's a flickering of lights From boats all cleaned and ready To welcome the night Captains toast each other With feet propped on the rails Each day's another chapter In an endless fishing tale Captains steer their boats Towards the morning sun Working hard each day So the passengers have fun It's not an easy life they're living But they're living a life of ease Doing what most will never do Captains live their dream It's not an easy life they're living But they're living a life of ease Doing what most will never do Captains live their dream TRACK 9 COCONUT IN THE TIKI HUT Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2004 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
There's a coconut in the tiki hut Filled with coconut cream Let's mix some with Hawaiian rum And have cocktails down by the sea Diamond Head in the distance Waves gently lapping the shore Holding you close to me brings such peace I want to love you more and more There's a coconut in the tiki hut Filled with coconut cream Let's mix some with Hawaiian rum And have cocktails down by the sea Kisses sweeter than pineapple punch Please don't ever stop Like a big volcano, I lava you lots You make me blow my top There's a coconut in the tiki hut Filled with coconut cream Let's mix some with Hawaiian rum And have cocktails down by the sea The moon above and the one I love And the one that truly loves me Hold on tight, we'll share the night Two coconuts under the tree My heart is pounding like island drums You're shaking like a hula girl Life is sweet, just you and me In our own little coconut world There's a coconut in the tiki hut Filled with coconut cream Let's mix some with Hawaiian rum And have cocktails down by the sea There's a coconut in the tiki hut Filled with coconut cream Let's mix some with Hawaiian rum And have cocktails down by the sea We'll mix some with Hawaiian rum And have cocktails down by the sea There's a coconut in the tiki hut Coconut in the tiki hut TRACK 10 LOOKING FORWARD TO NOTHING TO DO Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2002 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
I've replied to all of my e-mails I've returned my incoming calls I'm taking off my thinking cap And hanging it on the wall I'm not looking to the left or right To search for work left undone I'm not looking back on the week The weekends are made for fun I'm looking forward to nothing to do Just lay back, kick off my shoes No schedule to keep, I've got nothing to prove I'm looking forward to nothing to do I'm hanging my feet off a sailboat Closing my eyes in a dream It's amazing how my head can clear When bathed in a tropical breeze The day is full of things to do But no one is making demands It feels so good to finally say I really don't have any plans I'm looking forward to nothing to do Just lay back, kick off my shoes No schedule to keep, I've got nothing to prove I'm looking forward to nothing to do Going to slow down, take it easy No need to be in a rush If I take a little time just for myself It's not asking that much Maybe I'll sit in a deck chair Or lay in a hammock all day Maybe I'll stay right here on the boat And anchor out in the bay Nothing can be so relaxing As having no where to be There's something about doing something But "nothing," sounds good to me I'm looking forward to nothing to do Just lay back, kick off my shoes No schedule to keep, I've got nothing to prove I'm looking forward to nothing to do No schedule to keep, I've got nothing to prove I'm looking forward to nothing to do TRACK 11 DANCE AMONG THE STARS Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Where did she come from, what was it she said When I was not looking, why did I turn my head How could the sound of her voice Make time suspend Was it the depth of her eyes That made me fall right in Maybe it was summer Or the Earth too close to Mars That made two souls unite and begin To dance among the stars What does it matter, where love begins When you feel yourself falling There's no need to pretend That you can hold on, and take it slow When your heart keeps telling you Give in and just let go Maybe it was summer Or the Earth too close to Mars That made two souls unite and begin To dance among the stars So many questions, I get confused It's been said in love and war there are no rules Who has the answer, what makes love start Where can you go and hide When it's filling up your heart How can you just ignore What consumes your mind Why one certain person At one certain moment in time Maybe it was summer Or the Earth too close to Mars That made two souls unite and begin To dance among the stars Maybe it was summer Or the Earth too close to Mars That made two souls unite and begin To dance among the stars Dance among the stars TRACK 12 TEXAS MOON Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Let's cuddle like we use to do Put two chairs out in the yard Under the Texas Moon Let's count all the stars and then We'll talk for awhile, and remember when When we first, said "I love you" Now here we are, still under the Texas Moon Hey, look at that, the Man in the Moon Is he winking at Venus, or me and you Wait 'til those clouds, are covering his eyes Now, give me a kiss, and hear him sigh Let's watch, as the moon passes by And he says "hello" to the morning sky Now let's cuddle, inside our room Put the chairs away Goodnight Texas Moon TRACK 13 LIFE ON A BOAT Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Some people say, it doesn't make sense Moving so slowly at such great expense Sailing's not cheap, on that I agree The boat costs money but the wind is free That's life on a boat Not a place for just ordinary folk It's a special breed that feel the need To live their lives afloat That's life on a boat, when I'm bored It's the perfect antidote I'm living it up and never giving up Life on a boat Something's wrong, I can tell by her face She needs some time in her quiet place I'll stay right here and just man the wheel 'Cause I can understand the way she feels That's life on a boat Not a place for just ordinary folk It's a special breed that feel the need To live their lives afloat That's life on a boat, when I'm bored It's the perfect antidote I'm living it up and never giving up Life on a boat Maybe it's just a sail for the day Or you live aboard that tub Once you discover the beauty of sail You never can get enough Onboard boat, it's a tiny world But the world gets bigger with the sails unfurled Whether on a river, a lake or the sea You've always got water front property That's life on a boat Not a place for just ordinary folk It's a special breed that feel the need To live their lives afloat That's life on a boat, when I'm bored It's the perfect antidote I'm living it up and never giving up Life on a boat Living it up and never giving up Life on a boat TRACK 14 CUBA GROOVE Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2002 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Ricky Ricardo, playing his conga Brought Cuba to the U.S.A. Down to Havana, to the Tropicana Americans headed to play The men wore tropical shirts Women wore big ruffled skirts All looking for a little romance That Caribbean beat in the tropical heat Made every body get up and dance The Cuba groove, was on the move The beat of a bongo playing a mambo With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar The Cuba groove, still on the move A conga drum and a bottle of rum Still makes you rumba under the stars Fidel Castro, he caused a fiasco October, Nineteen Sixty-two With his Russian missiles threatening to whistle Over head the Red, White and Blue Then came the embargo of all Cuban cargo No more cigars from Havana town But that Cuban music, we didn't lose it Americans still love that sound The Cuba groove, was on the move The beat of a bongo playing a mambo With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar The Cuba groove, still on the move A conga drum and a bottle of rum Still makes you rumba under the stars Fedoras, stiletto shoes, mojitos, a table for two Take a trip, back in time When the band played Babaloo, Babaloo Ricky Ricardo, playing his conga Is now on a Heavenly mission I don't mean to be picky, but his son Little Ricky Didn't carry on that Cuban tradition But we have Gloria Estefan and that Margarita Man One day he's gonna win a Grammy But we don't have to go all the way down to Cuba We only have to go to Miami The Cuba groove, was on the move The beat of a bongo playing a mambo With a trumpet and a Spanish guitar The Cuba groove, still on the move A conga drum and a bottle of rum Still makes you rumba under the stars When you need to move, there's nothing you can do Give in to the Cuba groove TRACK 15 PARROT BAY Music and Lyric by Gene Mitchell © 2003 Sailor Boy Publishing (BMI)
Parrot Bay, that's where I want to play Night and day, dream my life away Forever I'll stay, on Parrot Bay, Parrot Bay I want to live where the sun always shines And all the waterfalls are flowing with wine My full time job is to be a beach bum And every coconut is filled with rum Parrot Bay, that's where I want to play Night and day, dream my life away Forever I'll stay, on Parrot Bay I want to go where there's plenty of room Macaws and Cockatoos sing island tunes All around there's a view of the sea From every hammock under every tree Parrot Bay, that's where I want to play Night and day, dream my life away Forever I'll stay, on Parrot Bay There's nothing wrong with living your dreams No matter where your destination As for me, it's plain to see I want to live an eternal vacation Pack your bags and get away Parrot Bay, that's where I want to play Night and day, dream my life away Forever I'll stay, on Parrot Bay, Parrot Bay Parrot Bay, Parrot Bay, Parrot Bay I want to dance under the stars With my Baby wrapped in my arms Sit in the beach chairs when we are done And take a little sip of that coconut rum Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum Parrot Bay, that's where I want to play Night and day, dream my life away Forever I'll stay, on Parrot Bay Parrot Bay, that's where I want to play Night and day, dream my life away Forever I'll stay, on Parrot Bay, Parrot Bay
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