Written as a younger man:

Jamaica

In Jamaica there’s a loading dock
Where he works ten hours a day
The work is hard, the work is hot
He does not get much pay

But in the evening when his day is done
His head he does not lay
He grabs a tambourine; he goes downtown
With a Jamaican band he plays

He sings
Oh man forget your work the day is done
Clap your hands, move your feet
Oh man forget your work the day is done
Feel the music, feel my tambourine

In Jamaica there’s a restaurant
Where she works ten hours a day
The work is hard, the work is hot
She does not get much pay

But in the evening when her day is done
She puts on a dress, some sweet perfume
With her boyfriend she goes downtown
They dance all around the room

Oh man forget your work the day is done
Clap your hands, move your feet
Oh man forget your work the day is done
Feel the music, feel my tambourine

In Jamaica there’s a motor car
With a boy and girl from the USA
They’ve saved there money, their here on vacation pay
Just to hear the Jamaican band play

Oh man forget your work the day is done
Clap your hands, move your feet
Oh man forget your work the day is done
Feel the music, feel my tambourine