Met her on a cruise ship, back in two-oh-one,
She was dancin’ on the deck, spinnin’ in the island sun.
From Tucson to the tropics, she caught my eye that day,
Now we’re twenty years in Branson, and she still takes my breath away.
She’s my Caribbean queen,
With her grape vodka dreams,
A Chevy truck lady, ridin’ high and lean.
Funny, smart, and sexy too,
Always lookin’ fresh and new—
She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,
Yeah, my Caribbean queen.
She sleeps in late but owns the night,
Got that mama strength and dancer’s light.
Two boys she raised with love and grit,
And when she walks in, Lord, the room gets lit.
She’s my Caribbean queen,
With her grape vodka dreams,
A sushi-lovin’ goddess, Momo’s go-to scene.
Wears them boots or heels with flair,
Turns every head, everywhere—
She’s the boss of this man’s routine,
Yeah, my Caribbean queen.
Tucson born with a Branson heart,
Been rockin’ my world from the very start.
No crown, no throne, but she still reigns—
Like a hurricane with charm and brains.
She’s my Caribbean queen,
With her grape vodka dreams,
A Chevy truck driver with Hollywood genes.
She laughs, she leads, she owns the floor,
And I still love her more and more—
She’s my partner, my flame, my scene…
Yeah, Dasa, my Caribbean queen.