It Was Ninety Miles To Freedom But They Took The Risk

Though The Ocean Was All Motion And The Wind Was Brisk

The Deadly Gunboats Never Saw Them In The Pale Moonlight

They Were Off To Cayo Hueso By The Dawns Early Light

The Gringo In The Garden Called The Customs Man

They Answered All His Questions, Were Allowed To Land

The Ladies Shared A Hairbrush And Their Husbands Had A Coke

Then They Were Taken Up To Krome To Meet With Their Kin Folk



Chorus

Everybody's Got A Cousin In Miami

Everybody Understands The Impromptu

Dancing In The Heat To The Beat

That Turns Your Clothing Clammy

Everybody Needs To Have A Dream Come True



In A Third World Jungle Not So Far Away

Lives A Natural Drummer With A Dream To Play

He's The Brother Of The Lizard And The Flying Fish

But He's Been Enchanted By The Pictures

From The Satellite Dish

So His Mama Packs His Bags, Knots His Red Neck Tie

Sends Him North To Her Relations With A Kiss Good-bye

He's Bewildered By The Plane Ride And The Immigration Line

Until He Sees His Christian Name Upon A Cardboard Sign



Everybody's Got A Cousin In Miami

Everybody Is An Aborigine

Dancing In The Heat To The Beat

That Turns Your Clothing Clammy

Everybody Wants To Win That Lottery



It's Hard To Believe The City Started As A Trading Post

Home To The Seminole, Pirate And Pioneer

Between The River Of Grass And The Old Mosquito Coast

Before The Railroad Claimed The Southernmost Frontier



I Am Umbilically Connected To The Temperate Zone

It Brought Me Life, It Brought Me Love

I Never Have Outgrown

It Brought Me One Too Many Nights Along That Biscayne Shore

And One Too Many Mornings In The Grove Drug Store

In One Way Or The Other We're All Refugees

Living Out This Easy Life Below The Banyan Trees

Smoothing Off The Rougher Edges Of The Culture Clash

We Got A Style, We Got A Look

We Got That Old Panache