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
Dive under my umbrella, where I met a tall, dark fella
He was 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 fruit
He took me to his yacht, a nice little sloop
And it was all right (so nice)

"Tequila, tequila por favor!"
"We don't have tequila, senorita"
"I need something stronger, I need more"
Typically tropical, something exotical
Lusciously beautiful, here in my fruit paradise…

And it was all right, so nice…


Hanging Gardens of Reigate

The sun comes up but he feels down
Takes the 8:30 train going into town
The platform's packed, the same old scene
Monday to Friday, every week

And you know, he can't wait
And you know, he can't wait
To get back to those hanging gardens of Reigate

After a liquid lunch he starts to flirt
With the girls in the office in their slinky pink skirts
He looks at the clock but it don't seem to move
So it's back to the secs in their slinky pink shoes

And you know etc.

Take a letter, in-out tray
Same old thing, everyday
Old typewriter, chewed-up pen
Filing files to be filed again
He just can't wait for the day to end

And you know etc.

The sun comes up but he feels down
Just another weekend and his wife's around
He's got to take out the kids, he's got to wash the dog
He's got to fix the car, he's got to slog, slog, slog

And you know etc.