Beachin

So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over
Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' limes in her Corona
Well she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like honey I sure want you

And it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona
And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh

Beachin'
We got 2-for-1s, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens happens
And there's a reggae band, full of dread head, just sittin' in the corner laughin'
Well my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me

Yeah, she gets 'em goin', she gets 'em playin' a little, don't worry be happy
And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh

Beachin'
Ha ha aww yeah...a little palm tree leaning
I got a Margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin'

Talkin' 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines,
so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh
Beachin', sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand