It’s been a long time since I’ve been up North

In the good ol’ US of A

I like it down here, I ain’t got no problems

But there’s other reasons why I’ll stay

Like anybody else you find in the tropics

I’m good at tellin’ my tale

But the truth of the matter, if I go back

They’re gonna though this boy in jail

CHORUS

So won’t you pour me up some good slow gin

I’ll suck it through my Cheshire grin

I’m sittin’ pretty cause it’s all mine

Till they catch my butt,

I’ll be doin’ fine

I won’t tell you why, I’m not a bad guy

Had a run in with my Uncle Sam, he said

A deduction or two had been misconstrued

And insurance paid off twice the damage

With my credit cards maxed, I never looked back

I made it here with all I’ve got

With full sails flyin’ in a southerly course

Now I’m sittin; pretty on my yacht

That straight and narrow just ain’t for me

I gotta get out while I can

Can’t breed me like no Pekinese

I gotta stand up like a man

Politically correct can go to hell

I want a woman with two big toys

The left one filled with Hiram Walker

And the left one filled with Lloyds

Repeat Chorus:

Now I’m sittin’ here fishin’, with no extradition

‘Til they catch this boy, I’ll be doin’ fine