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I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week |
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Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet |
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Been dreamin' of gettin' away since I don't know |
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Ain't no better time than now for Mexico |
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And no shoes, no shirt, no problems |
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Blues what blues hey I forgot them |
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The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom |
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And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems, no problems |
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Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea |
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Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me |
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Want to soak up life for a while in laid back mode |
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No boss, no clocks, no stress, no dress code |
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And no shoes, no shirt, no problems |
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Blues what blues hey I forgot them |
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The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom |
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And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems |
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Babe lets get packed tank tops and flip flops if you got them |
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No shoes, no shirt and no problems, no problems |
