Caribbean Money Paroles

When he pulls out his wallet and looks at the bills
It warms him right down to his soul.

Chorus: Caribbean Money, Souvenir bills from a cruise
Caribbean Money, Clears up his seasonal blues
When his work starts to get in the way of his fun,
This currency causes a phenomenon.
Caribbean Money, Carries him back to the sun.

There's a worn dollar bill he picked up in Belize
At a bar on Ambergris Cay,
Change from a meal of ceviche and beer,
So good that he still can't believe.
A fin from Barbados, a stain on the edge,
Spilled from his last rum and coke.
That Bridgetown cafe where he ate flying fish
He thought it was some kind of a joke

Chorus

The rain on his wipers is turning to snow,
The roads will be icing up soon.
But he's in the tropics, at least in his head--
His body could be on the moon.
The greenbacks he's holding are keeping him warm
A smile spreads all over his face.
The memories stoking the flames in his heart--
He's going back there some day.