text: Its a long, long way from Canada
  A long way from snow chains
  Donkey vendors slicing coconut
  No parkas to their name
  Black babies covered in baking flour
  The cooks got a carnival song
  Were going to lay down someplace shady
  With dreamland coming on
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Walter Raleigh and Chris Columbus
  Come a-marching out of the waves
  And claim the beach and all concessions
  In the name of the suntan slave
  I wrapped that flag around me
  Like a Dorothy Lamour sarong
  And I lay down thinking national
  With dreamland coming on
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Goodtime Mary and a fortune hunter
  All dressed up to follow the drums
  Mary in a feather hula-hoop
  Miss Fortune with a rose on her big game gun
  All saints, all sinners shining
  Heed those trumpets all night long
  Propped up on a samba beat
  With dreamland coming on
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Tar baby and the Great White Wonder
  Talking over a glass of rum
  Burning on the inside
  With the knowledge of things to come
  Theres gambling out on the terrace
  And midnight ramblin on the lawn
  As they lead toward temptation
  With dreamland coming on
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Dreamland, dreamland
  In a plane flying back to winter
  In shoes full of tropic sand
  A lady in a foreign flag
  On the arm of her Marlboro Man
  The hawk howls in New York City
  Six foot drifts on Myrtles lawn
  As they push the recline buttons down
  With dreamland coming on
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Dreamland, dreamland
  La, la, la la
  Da, da, da, da
  African sand on the trade winds
  And the sun on the Amazon
  As they push the recline buttons down
  With dreamland coming on
  Dreamland, dreamland
  Dreamland, dreamland