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