I’ve been up to my neck working 6 days a week
Wearing holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet
Been dreaming of getting away since I don’t know
Ain’t no better time than 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, and no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while in laid-back mode
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
No shoes, and no shirt, and no problems, no problems.