Inside a Domingo,
my pockets did jingle
Oh, how I would love to be there
Was early one morning without any warning
I sailed off to make me a name
For I had the notion
that over the ocean
I'd find myself fortune and fame
But my nights grow lonely
and my urge is only
To pack my belongings in gold
So if someone asks you,
say that I ask you to say
I'm in Santa Domingo
In Santa Domingo,
my pockets degino
Señorita's at my feet
Gang cavaleros with Spanish sombreros
And music with a Latin beat
Was never a worry or never a hurry
Life there was without a care
In San Domingo my pockets did jingle
Oh, how I would love to be there
I wrote to my mother to
please ask my brother
To send money to bring me home
But all of this waitin' has
got my mind racin'
With thoughts that could
make me go wrong
Yes, I'm growing wilder
with each passing hour
So if I must swim, I must go
For, it ain't funny when
you've got no money
And longing for Santa Domingo
In Santa Domingo,
my pockets did jingle
Senorita's at my feet
Gay caballeros with Spanish sombreros
And music with a Latin beat
Was never a worry or never a hurry
Life there was without a care
Inside of Domingo, my pockets did jangle
Oh, how I would love to be there