Never got a grip on penmanship, could never make the words just flow
  Seldom got the trick to arithmetic, two plus two is four
  But ask for some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas
  And I just might turn round your head.
  
  I never had the clout to knock one out, but hitting was the name of my game
  Standin on third while the coaches confer, close as my own claim to fame
  Just give me the steal sign, and I'll make Home Plate mine,
  And I just might turn some heads.
  
  Sometimes I may be a little drastic,
  Sometimes I just let my feelings show,
  Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic,
  most times that's the way the story goes.
  
  Now I now this Joe down in Mexico, he went there just to work on his tan
  For years he's been loved and blendered in songs, they call him The Twelve Volt
  M
  He don't need no charge card, just give him a Die Hard
  and he'll makes sparks, fly Round your head
  So just give me some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas
  And I'll make sparks fly round your head
  Round your head Round your head