lyrics (c) 1987 Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

    Miami Beach is a strip of sand
    With motels on top and on either hand
    Miami Beach wasn't on my map
    Till I woke up after a sultry nap
    Miami Beach, where the traffic's thick
    But the measured slowness makes the green stick
    Palms and hotels fall down from the sky
    And comedians fix you with sardonic eye
    Miami Beach, in a kind of dream
    Where imagined, absent neons gleam
    If there's an ocean within your reach
    You may be on Miami Beach

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