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I've been up to my neck, working six days a week |
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Wearing holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet |
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Been dreamin' of getting away, since I don't know |
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Ain't no better time than now, for Mexico |
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No shoes, no shirt, no problems |
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Blues what blues, hey I forgot 'em |
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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, no problems |
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No problems |
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Want a towel or a chair, in the sand by the sea |
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Wanna look through my shades, and see you there with me |
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Wanna soak up life for awhile, and lay back low |
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No boss no clock no stress, no dress code |
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No shoes, no shirt, no problems |
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Blues what blues, hey I forgot 'em |
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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, no problems |
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Babe lets get packed, tank tops and flip-flops, if you got 'em |
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No shoes, no shirt, no problems |
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No problems |
