Lyrics

Cruisin’ for fun—South on Route U.S. One, FLA
            Me and the son’s out, kickin’ down Miami Way
MIAMI—What could anyone say about you?
MIAMI—(It’s) somewhere north of Peru!

Augie and I seem to fly on my old Yamaha
            We’ve got not worries—We’re not in a hurry, at all
We’re livin’ like kings, ‘cause we know how to shake off the Blues
            Munchin’ mangoes and matza with lotsa’ Cubans and Jews
MIAMI— What could anyone say about you?
MIAMI—(It’s) somewhere north of Peru!

We’ve got a lust for kickin’ up dust—and throwin’ down a memory or two!
We don’t give a damn, so if we get in a jam—just give us a cell with a view…(of)

MIAMI— What could anyone say about you?
MIAMI—(It’s) somewhere north of Peru!

We’ve got a lust for kickin’ up dust—and throwin’ down a memory or two!
We don’t give a damn, so if we get in a jam—just give us a cell with a view (of)

MIAMI—Buenos Dias! Shalom!
MIAMI—I hope we make it back home!
MIAMI!