Kokomo   Beach Boys, John Phillips, Scott McKenzie, Mike Love and Terry Melcher (1988)

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica
 
Off the Florida Keys there's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo
 
    Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to
    Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
    Key Largo Montego, baby why don't we go
    Ooh I wanna take you down to
    Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow
    That's where we wanna go, way down in Kokomo.

 
Martinique, that Monserrat mystique...

We'll put out to sea and we'll perfect our chemistry
By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravityAfternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights
That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high
Way down in Kokomo
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Port au Prince, I wanna catch a glimpse...
 
Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo
Now if you wanna go to get away from it all
Go down to Kokomo
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