Down St Thomas Way
One cold winter morning it was 7 below
I made up my mind “my friend this snow’s got to go”
So I subleased, went south be east
and freezing seas down St Thomas way
The people were friendly and they gave me the key
Attached was a tourist guide as cute as can be
We climbed the heights, saw all the sights
Whoa those nights down St Thomas way
I know how it feels to have some sand in my shoes
And finally escaped from all these civilized blues
No cul de sacs, no broken back
It’s just relax down St. Thomas way
I’m trading the city for a tropical treat
And if you meet anyone who’s asking for me.
Tell them leech, that they can reach
Beyond the beach down St. Thomas way.