Trouble In Paradise

Freshly - showered jet jockey's

In the Chico Club bar

Drinking neat Wild Turkey

They smoke Havana Cigars

Screaming MIG fighter

In the Latin night

Big steel freighter

To dock they might

And the soldier had his problems

On and on it goes

Please excuse me

Well it's all buckles and bows

Say goodbye

We gotta fly

There's trouble in paradise

Say goodbye

They were moving on the noon tide

Along the bustling breeze

Gunning in a speed boat

Along the Florida Keys

All that dirty money

The Don Manuel

All that artillery

They're going straight to hell to hell

And we've all got our problems

Each and everyday

We could all move to Noosa

But that's not running away

Say goodbye

And we've all got our problems

Each and everyday

We could all move to Miami

But that's not running away