Is this vacation? Or is this misery?
Caught in the sun with no escape to the shade I see.
Oh, man, I'm screwed.
I left my sunscreen on board.
I'm just an Irish girl, I have no melanin.
I'm easy fried, easy burned.
Little red, gosh it hurts.
Anywhere the sun goes, doesn't really matter to me. To me.

Bahamas, you've fried my skin.
Sent blisters down my hide,
Skin is peeling all the time.
Hello, melanoma. I'll see you soon!
I hope the pain will leave and fade away.
Bahamas, oooh!
I don't wanna fry!
Sometimes wish I'd never come here at all!

Too late! The harm is done.
Spent six hours in the sun,
One coat of sunblock, I was done.
Next time, I'll remember:
Stay awake!
But I fell asleep, and my shade crept away.
Bahamas... oooh!
Didn't mean to make me fry!
How could I have been that big a fool?

I see a little silhouetto of a tan!
Scarabush! Scarabush! Can I get some more aloe?
My temprature's rising,
Guess it's not suprising!
Yowie! That's my shoulder! Don't touch my shoulder!
Get some aaaalooooe!
I am for sure the Bahamas have it in for me! For me!
For meeeeee!

So you think you can burn me and leave me to fry?
So you think you can hurt me and make my skin cry?
Oh, Jamaica! Can't do that to me Jamaica!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get out of here!

Now I'm getting freckled, anyone can see.
Doesn't really matter, to me!