[Chorus]
It’s a Grand Bahama scheme.
Got my ass in the sand, with a cold one in hand,
Just livin’ my dream.
‘Cause it’s a Grand Bahama scheme.
[Verse 1]
So it started to rain, as I exit the plane,
And I leave with my cargo in hand.
Guitar by my side, I’ve decided to hide,
And join in a tropical band.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
So won’t you take my advice, I won’t tell you this twice,
Jimmy has the right idea.
Going down to the islands, gonna fish those pilings,
I’ll buy you a couple of beers.
[Chorus]
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
The boss tries to call, I do nothing at all,
As I lay in my hammock all day.
I’m not going back, that old life was an act,
For the rest of my life I will stay.
[Chorus]