I’ve been up to my neck
Working six days a week
Wearing holes in the souls of the shoes on my feet
Been dreaming of gettin’ away
Since I don’t know
Ain’t no better time then now for Mexico
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No shoes, no shirt and no problems
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 problems
No problems
Wanna towel on 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 laid back more
No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code
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Babe lets get packed
Tank tops and flip flops if you got ‘em
But no shoes and no shirt and no problems
No problems