Everybody's goin' to the tropics
When the weather is cold and bad
kick off your big city shoes
I'm talkin' bout paradise, paradise
Mr. Putz, I'm in the bottle
and you're sendin' her home with me
I'm talkin' bout paradise,
Mr. Putz, I'm in the bottle
and you're sendin' her home with me
Some folks a go down Barbados,
Each one wishing for oil and sunshine
Well, somebody knows your name
and makes your drink strong and full
Grab your tickets cause you're leaving,
honey, and you ain't no fool
I'm talking about paradise,
and he's sending all home with me
I'm talking about paradise,
and he's sending all home with
With a little bit of luck,
oh honey, you'll enjoy your stay
You won't grieve when you leave,
I'm talking about paradise, paradise
and you're sending her home with me
Talking about paradise, paradise
Some folks going down to Hawaii,
Oh, you go to Kiwiland, oh it's sweet
I'm talking about paradise, paradise
Mr. Putz, I'm in a bottle
Mr. Putz, I'm in a bottle
and you're sitting on home
With a little bit of luck
Honey, you'll enjoy your stay
It will be singing in your mind
We're talking about paradise,
Talking about paradise, paradise
And you're sending all home with me
I'm talkin' bout paradise, paradise
and you're sendin' on home with me
I'm talkin' bout paradise, paradise
and you're sendin' on home with me
I'm talkin' bout paradise, paradise
Talkin' bout paradise, paradise