Money's tight
Had to cancel vacation
Two weeks on the beach
That's where I was supposed to be staying
I guess I could cry
But why waste time
Feeling sorry for my stay-cation situation

Drag the lounge chairs to the roof - and the stripped umbrellas
Crank the classic Marley tunes and call up a couple fellas

Woah - welcome to my last resort
Woah - just the place I'm looking for
I don't need to pack, just relax and leave my troubles at the door
Rooftoptopia is the destination stamped on my passport
Woah - welcome to my last resort

Coppertone
And a couple Coronas
Hey that's all we need
To get this party going
We don't need no sand
To get a tan on this island
And the margaritas are flowing

We got a great view of the street, come on up here and join us
Take a load off you and sing another chorus

Woah - welcome to my last resort
Woah - just the place I'm looking for
I don't need to pack, just relax and leave my troubles at the door
Rooftoptopia is the destination stamped on my passport
Woah - welcome to my last resort

So if you're in a bind you can get away anytime
Have a little salt and lime and join my state of mind oh

Woah - welcome to my last resort
Woah - just the place I'm looking for
I don't need to pack, just relax and leave my troubles at the door
Rooftoptopia is the destination stamped on my passport
Woah - welcome to my last resort