Paradizzy; time is buried in the sand
Paradizzy; a life of pleasure eating from my hand

Paradizzy; now I lie here, in the sun
It's making my poor head paradizzy spin


A life of pleasure, that you can measure
In blue lagoons in the eyes of island girls
Of painted skies that run for miles and miles
A life of pleasure-Could this be heaven?

Paradizzy; now I lie here, in the heat
Paradizzy; where the waves never change their beat

Paradizzy; and I'm dreaming, half asleep
It's making my poor head paradizzy spin

A life of pleasure-Could this be heaven?
Nights of wild stars, miles of moonlight
Finger dancing and body motion
Barefoot music under skies of fire

* refrain




Lyrics by Chris Mosdell