JEWEL IN THE SUN
Copyright ã 1999 Terry Dyke

This jewel in the sun is just the kind of place
Where anybody might want to go
It's a Garden of Eden by the sparkling beaches,
But beware of the undertow!
Well, not long ago some colleagues of mine
Took a charter and they never returned
Between the fear and the loathing and the optional clothing
You know somebody's bound to get burned.

From Aruba to Cuba, you dive with a scuba and bring home pieces of eight
Who wouldn't believe you that they want to relieve you of some of that excess freight?
And if the Jamaican pirates don't get you, then the cold embrace of the sea will,
And that's no lover's kiss, baby, no, no, that's no lover's kiss.

I was dancing with this woman to a tango beat --
I don't recall exactly how we'd met --
When she pulled me aside, and looking left and right
She whispered "You must give what you get."
She held my eyes, and said, "A word to the wise..."
And then she stepped into this long black car
Well, it just goes to show that wherever you go,
That's exactly where you are.

There's a couple of fellas that were hanging around
Outside the telephone booth
The one with the shades and the attaché case
Had a smile with a big gold tooth.
But there was something about his muscular pal
That made me think that I'd seen them before
When I suddenly recalled a previous commitment
And I headed right out of the door!