Instrumental - From Icebergs to Palm Trees (Cover) (Remastered)

[Verse 1] Left my boots by the backdoor, snow up to my knees, Took a plane from St. John’s, headed for the breeze. Customs man asked, “Where you bound, my son?” I said, “To find the sun and have some fun.” [Chorus] From icebergs to palm trees, I’m feelin’ fine, Sun on my shoulders, rum and time. No rush, no worry, just the sea and me, From icebergs to palm trees, that’s where I’ll be. [Verse 2] Met a dancer named Maria on the old boardwalk, Said, “You dance like a cod when you try to rock.” She laughed and said, “Boy, you’ve got style, Now show me that jig with your Newfie smile.” [Chorus] From icebergs to palm trees, I’m feelin’ fine, Sun on my shoulders, rum and time. No rush, no worry, just the sea and me, From icebergs to palm trees, that’s where I’ll be. [Bridge] No snow to shovel, no frozen locks, Just lazy waves and flip-flop walks. When I call home they say, “Where you gone?” I say, “Still somewhere warm, carryin’ on.” [Final Chorus] From icebergs to palm trees, I’m feelin’ fine, Sun on my shoulders, rum and time. No rush, no worry, just the sea and me, From icebergs to palm trees, that’s where I’ll be. [Tagline spoken, Guayabero-style:] “Boy, I tell ya — the only ice I see now is floatin’ in my drink!”