All right, so nice
I was lying in the sun, dreaming tangerine dreams
Sucking on my cocktail and rubbing on my cream
It was getting very hot so I had to stop
Dived under my umbrella where I met a tall dark fella
He was all right, so nice
All right, so nice
Jessica's my name, I'm from London town
He's from Jamaica and he gets around
We talked about jamming and our favourite fruits
He took me to his yacht, a nice little soup
It's all right
All right, so nice
All right, so nice
Tequila, tequila, po-pa-po
We don't have tequila, senorita
I need something stronger, I need more
Something tropical, something exotical
Lusciously beautiful, here in my fruit paradise
All right, so nice
So nice
All right, so nice
All right, so nice
All right, so nice
It's very beautiful in life with paradise.
You don't have coconuts like this in the Fulham Palace Road.
Hey, waiter, one more tequila, please.
Or does one call him a steward on board a yacht?
I'm beginning to feel a bit strange.
I do hope I'm not going to be seasick.
Perhaps I should take a little rest.
It's so nice here in paradise.
So nice.
So nice.
So nice.