On a hilltop in Tahiti as I gaze across the bay
At the island of Moorea in the sunshine of the day,
And lovely Margarita serves me cool Hinano beer;
I’ll be a fool in paradise if I’m a fool out here.
Ia Orana! Can you stand the heat?
Ia Orana! Dancing in bare feet.
Ia Orana! When you laugh at me.
Ia Orana! Oh I, I’m in ecstasy.
Your name is Margarita and the salt upon your lips
Tells me lemon and tequila is the flavor of your kiss.
All the beauty and the humor and the magic of this isle
Is captured like a goldfish in the sparkle of your smile.
The crimson dress you’re wearing as you’re walking to the beach,
That flower there behind your ear, the grass beneath your feet,
The coconut plantation and the sea and sky of blue
And the South Pacific breezes they are all caressing you.
Margarita, Margarita, won’t you dance with me tonight,
And we can sway together while the stars are shining bright.
In the morning, Margarita, let us plunge into the waves,
And we can bathe together there in Matavaii Bay.
Oh the sunshine knows your body and it paints you golden brown,
And the water flows around you where I could only hope to drown.
The gentle air that laps around you tastes your sweet perfume,
And I’m a fool if I return to my San Francisco room.