Beachin'

So just watching her blonde hair

Sun burnt, stare at them

Whitecaps rolling over

Laid back in a thrift store beach chair

Dropping limes in a 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 ninety-two in Daytona

And it's sunshine, blue eyes

Tan lines, it's low tide

Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand

Just a summertime strolling

Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing, whoa, oh, oh, beachin'

We got 2-for-1s, we're at a margarita bar

Whatever happens, happens

And there's a reggae band, full of dread-heads

Just sitting in the corner laughing

Well, my baby walks over drops a twenty in the jar

She smiles and shakes it at me

Yeah, she gets 'em going, she get's 'em playing

A little, Don't Worry Be Happy

And it's sunshine, blue eyes

Tan lines, it's low tide

Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand

Just a summertime strolling

Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing, whoa, oh, oh, beachin'

Aw, yeah

A little palm tree leaning

I got a margarita here in my hand

I'm doing a little drinking

Talking 'bout sunshine, blue eyes

Tan lines, it's low tide

Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand

Just a summertime strolling

Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing, whoa, oh, oh, beachin'

Aw, yeah, we're just beachin' (Sunshine, blue eyes)

Yeah, a little palm tree leaning (Tan lines, slow tide, rolling)

Uh, so hot she's steaming (White sand, cold can)

(Koozie in my hand just a summertime strolling)