Trouble In Paradise Lyrics - James Reyne

Freshly showered jet jockey's 

In the Chico Club bar 

Drinking neat Wild Turkey 

They smoke Havana cigars 

Screaming MIG fighter 

In the Latin night 

Big steel freighter 

To dock they might 

And the soldier had his problems 

On and on it goes 

Please excuse me 

Well it's all buckles and bows 

Say goodbye 

We gotta fly 

There's trouble in paradise 

Say goodbye 

They were moving on the noon tide 

Along the bustling breeze 

Gunning in a speed boat 

Along the Florida Keys 

All that dirty money 

The Don Manuel 

All that artillery 

They're going straight to hell to hell 

And we've all got our problems 

Each and everyday 

We could all move to Noosa 

But that's not running away 

Say goodbye 

And we've all got our problems 

Each and everyday 

We could all move to Miami 

But that's not running away