“South Of The Coconut Line”
words & music by
Paul Guzzone & Paul Rolnick

Got a ticket for speeding on that information highway
Caught by the stress police
And when I look at you I know you feel it too
We both got to get some relief
From the phone calls, deadlines, madness in the headlines
People can be so cold
But when the wind and chill  go to twenty below
I got a place we can go

South of the coconut line
We’ll be together and take our time
Follow the sun and let it shine
I'll be yours and you’ll be mine
South of the coconut line
We’ll make our escape and be hard to find
So when the coast is clear
Let’s disappear
South of the coconut line, baby
South of the coconut line...

There’s always too much to do and not enough time
It just never seems to end
It feels like we both keep on running in circles
Again and again and again
Too much junk mail, phone mail, urgent e-mail
In this twenty four seven life
So let’s power down and don’t think twice
We’re heading for paradise

South of the coconut line
We’ll be together and take our time
Follow the sun and let it shine
I'll be yours and you’ll be mine
South of the coconut line
We’ll make our escape and be hard to find
So when the coast is clear
Let’s disappear
South of the coconut line, baby
South of the coconut line...

I said, “Oh, Little Mama"
When it looks like there’s nowhere to run
We can sail into the sunset
Drinking pineapple juice and rum”
 
South of the coconut line
We’ll be together and take our time
Follow the sun and let it shine
I'll be yours and you’ll be mine
South of the coconut line
We’ll make our escape and be hard to find
So when the coast is clear
Let’s disappear
South of the coconut line, baby
South of the coconut line

South of the coconut line
South of the coconut line
South of the coconut line
South of the coconut line

So when the coast is clear
Let’s disappear
South of the coconut line, baby
South of the coconut line...

Property of Triple Z (BMI) & Broadway Auto-Music (ASCAP)