Christmas In Paradise

[Carissa]:
No stockings for me, I'll pack my flip-flops
When it's bright I'll get sunglasses at the gift shop
I'll trade the snow for a pool and wear a pink bikini that's cute
We know eggnog's no fun, I want some pineapple and rum

Wouldn't it be nice, Christmas in Paradise

[Michael]:
No scarves around my neck, I'll pack my tank top
I'll take my phone calls with the ocean as my backdrop
I'll trade the traffic for some waves, maybe go surfing in the bay
Pass that bottle of rum, 'cause I'm not stopping 'till it's done

Oh wouldn't it be nice, Christmas in Paradise

[Both | Chorus]:
I can see it now, the palm trees swaying in the wind
Our toes sinking in the golden sand
Can't you feel the sunshine beating on my skin

[Michael]:
And I'll get red and burnt

[Carissa]:
But I'll be perfectly tan

[Both]:
Oh wouldn't be nice, Christmas in Paradise

[Carissa]:
No snowman in the yard, I want some palm trees

[Michael]:
How 'bout a lot of piña colada smoothies

[Carissa]:
Let's trade our car for a boat
[Michael, then Carissa]:
Well you can't swim but I can float

[Michael]:
Let's feel the holiday cheer with a little island beer
[Carissa]:
Well I don't mean to interfere, but the holidays are near
[Michael, then Carissa]:
I guess it seems so very clear, that we should do this every year

[Both]:
Oh wouldn't it be nice
Wouldn't it be nice
Wouldn't it be nice
Christmas in Paradise

Christmas in Paradise
Christmas in Paradise
Christmas in Paradise