It’s 80 degrees and I’m weak in the knees,

Beggin’ you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m gonna’ explode, blow a big load,

I don’t care who’s here, they better stand clear,

When this volcano goes, you better watch your toes.

Those guys over there, they’re gonna’ stare,

I don’t even care, we can go bare,

We’ll get that really good motion, goin’ in the ocean,

You smellin’ like lotion, it’s your magic potion.

Yea, it’s 80 degrees and I’m weak in the knees,

Beggin’ you please, stop this cruel tease,

Stop this cruel tease.

That mango for lunch, is really packin’ a punch,

And I got a hunch, you’ll feel it a bunch,

Watchin’ you with that cone, got me in the zone,

Imagining you alone, with that glorious moan.

Yea, it’s 80 degrees and I’m weak in the knees,

Beggin’ you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m gonna’ explode, blow a big load,

I don’t care who’s here, they better stand clear,

When this volcano goes, you better watch your toes.

Please baby, I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

Gonna’ dial 911, and it will be no fun,

When you’re on the run, you and I will be done,

You and I will be done.

Yea, it’s 80 degrees and I’m weak in the knees,

Beggin’ you please, stop this cruel tease,

Stop this cruel tease.

It’s 80 degrees and I’m weak in the knees,

Beggin’ you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m gonna’ explode, blow a big load,

I don’t care who’s here, they better stand clear,

When this volcano goes, you better watch your toes,

Yea, watch your toes.

Please baby, I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

I’m begging you please, stop this cruel tease,

Gonna’ dial 911, and it will be no fun,

When you’re on the run, you and I will be done,

You and I will be done.

Yea, it’s 80 degrees and I’m weak in the knees,

Beggin’ you please, stop this cruel tease,

Stop this cruel tease.

Yea, it’s 80 degrees and I’m weak in the knees,

Beggin’ you please, stop this cruel tease,

Stop this cruel tease.

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

She’s my B-6 miss.

I got her running and running through my blood,

That passionate fruit they call love,

Those melons over there are looking so ripe,

The one on the left, seems like my type.

Yea, she’s my B-6 miss.

That injection’s got me shooting for the stars,

This inflection’s got me shooting under par,

9-iron from the fairway to the center of the green,

Like my checks fat and my meat real lean,

This vitamin got me ready for sin.

‘Cause she’s my B-6 miss.

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

She’s my B-6 miss.

Pump, pump, pump, pump it up,

That B-6 fillin’ like the gas in my truck,

Drop, drop, drop, drop it down,

That B-6 goin’ round and round.

Yea, she’s my B-6 miss.

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

She’s my B-6 miss.

B-6 miss, pump it up,

B-6 miss, pump it up,

B-6 miss, pump it up,

Pump, pump, pump, pump, it up.

She’s my B-6 miss.

I got her running and running through my blood,

That passionate fruit they call love,

Those melons over there are looking so ripe,

The one on the left, seems like my type.

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

Let me tell you about this,

She’s my B-6 miss,

Yea, she’s my B-6 miss.

Bums, buns, suns.

Workin’ real hard, gettin’ ready for the weekend,

Squat, lunge, crunch, damn that body really can bend,

It’s not a matter of if, but of when,

Yea, when the mood is feelin’ just right,

When the south winds can pick up Johnny’s kite.

You got that red little two-piece gonna feel so cheeky,

Liquor flowin’ from the sand bar to the tiki,

It might be time for us to get a little sneaky,

That sand dune’s got a heck of a view,

The ocean’s motion’s great when you’ve had a few.

1 set, 2 sets, 3 sets, and still not done,

Layin’ in the sand,

Showin’ off these guns,

Water spinnin’ sideways,

And gettin’ too much sun,

Bums, buns, funs.

Bums’ got the world in the palm of their hand,

Buns get toasty layin’ in the sand,

Funs what we got 7 days a week planned,

Sheriff’s put a notice, all frowns are banned,

Yes, APB for you frowning man,

APB for you frowning man.

1 set, 2 sets, 3 sets, and still not done,

Layin’ in the sand,

Showin’ off these guns,

Water spinnin’ sideways,

And gettin’ too much sun,

Bums, buns, funs.

You got that red little two-piece gonna feel so cheeky,

Liquor flowin’ from the sand bar to the tiki,

It might be time for us to get a little sneaky,

That sand dune’s got a heck of a view,

The ocean’s motion’s great when you’ve had a few.

1 set, 2 sets, 3 sets, and still not done,

Layin’ in the sand,

Showin’ off these guns,

Water spinnin’ sideways,

And gettin’ too much sun,

Bums, buns, funs.

Bums’ got the world in the palm of their hand,

Buns get toasty layin’ in the sand,

Funs what we got 7 days a week planned,

Sheriff’s put a notice, all frowns are banned,

Yes, APB for you frowning man,

APB for you frowning man.

Bums, buns, funs,

Bums, buns, funs.

Today’s index reads a 10,

When I see that heat advisory alert,

Shirt coming off my body,

Hottie just minutes away,

Stay cool next to me all day,

Play in the white soft sand,

Hand on my heart it don’t skip a beat,

Pete and Sam gonna’ sit this one out,

Doubt they know what today’s about.

We be catching some u-me rays,

Days we be rockin’ to some purple haze,

Maze and blue skies, and that new bikini craze,

Pays to have some of those u-me rays.

Ridin’ the Camaro down A1A,

Pray there’s no clouds today,

Bay and ocean views left and right,

Might pull over and have a go,

Slow down we don’t need a show,

No paying customers that I can see,

Be my UVA, not my UVB,

See when you start you just can’t stop,

Pop like Pringles right in my mouth,

South of the border won’t leave no doubt.

We be catching some u-me rays,

Days we be rockin’ to some purple haze,

Maze and blue skies, and that new bikini craze,

Pays to have some of those u-me rays.

Under the calm sweet coconut palm,

Balm on your lips and spray on your back,

Jack is a callin’ but it’s the captain’s chance,

Dance in my arms to the steels drums,

Numbs the pain of the world around,

Sound of your heart it don’t skip a beat,

Pet and Sam were good to sit this out,

Doubt they know what today’s about.

We be catching some u-me rays,

Days we be rockin’ to some purple haze,

Maze and blue skies, and that new bikini craze,

Pays to have some of those u-me rays.

You’ve got that rough outer shell,

You might as well, be made out of steel,

Me and you are starting to feel, like a rod without a reel,

You’re a tough nut to crack,

Like you have a fireproof safe,

6-gauge thick,

Need to get inside real quick.

I’m blind and losin’ my mind,

Got no hammer to break that shell,

You’re like a coconut husk at dusk,

Need to break through to that sweet sweet flesh,

But I’m blind and losin’ my mind,

You’ve like a coconut husk at dusk.

I need that electrolyte taste,

My thirst needs to be quenched,

None will ever go to waste,

I need that ipanema juice,

That waikiki green,

Get on that palm and shake it loose.

I’m blind and losin’ my mind,

Got no hammer to break that shell,

You’re like a coconut husk at dusk,

Need to break through to that sweet sweet flesh,

But I’m blind and losin’ my mind,

You’ve got that coconut husk at dusk.

It’s dark baby and looking for the light,

Got me searching for answers,

Got me searching through the night,

It’s black baby and need a guide,

Got me searching for answers,

Got me feelin’ hurt inside.

I’m blind and losin’ my mind,

Got no hammer to break that shell,

You’re like a coconut husk at dusk,

Need to break through to that sweet sweet flesh,

But I’m blind and losin’ my mind,

You’ve got that coconut husk at dusk.

We were 19 and ready for fun,

We had spent all day out in the sun,

These girls from France, they wanted to dance,

And that swim in the ocean, it set into motion,

Our mission for libations, to bring together these nations.

So we spotted a Jack, a Bee, and a Goose,

But damn, these girls, they want to let loose,

Come here fellas I got what you need,

His name is Captain and it will feed,

That Parisian desire, that burning fire,

That Riviera stare-a, that Marseille glare-a,

So just hang in tight, this gonna’ be your lucky night.

A few hours later we were havin’ fun,

That temptress, that siren, that voice a’firin’,

Hands on the Captain and said,

Sorry boys, you ain’t gettin’ some,

But thanks for the coconut rum.

Three sheets to the wind,

Set sail for the sun,

And thanks for this coconut rum.

Sorry boys, you ain’t gettin’ some,

But thanks for the coconut rum.

Three sheets to the wind,

Set sail for the sun,

And thanks for this coconut rum.

Next time we spot that Goose,

We’ll think twice about letting loose,

And when we see Jack,

We’ll give him a smack,

And maybe that Bee,

Is the one for me.

‘Cause we were 19 and ain’t gettin’ some,

No thanks to that coconut rum,

Three sheets to the wind,

Set sail to the sun,

Never again that coconut rum,

That Captain and his rum.

Corndogs and funnel cakes at the state fair,

Goin’ round and round the tilt a’whirl,

About to hurl and don’t really care,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Man, what I would not give,

When you can survive on fried dough,

What a way to live,

What a way to live-ive-ive-ive-ive.

Corndogs and funnel cakes,

Pizza parties on roller skates,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Oh to be just a boy,

Oh to leavin’ the problems to the men.

Corndogs and funnel cakes,

What a difference a year makes,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Oh to Sally and her new friend Gwen.

Corndogs and funnel cakes at the state fair,

Goin’ round and round the tilt a’whirl,

About to hurl and don’t really care,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Man, what I would not give,

When you can survive on fried dough,

What a way to live,

What a way to live-ive-ive-ive-ive.

Corndogs and funnel cakes,

Apple bobbin’ and leaf rakes,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Oh to a little peace,

Oh to a little zen.

Corndogs and funnel cakes,

Sneakin’ pop tarts before mom wakes,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Oh to Leo and his new friend Len.

Corndogs and funnel cakes at the state fair,

Goin’ round and round the tilt a’whirl,

About to hurl and don’t really care,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Man, what I would not give,

When you can survive on fried dough,

What a way to live,

What a way to live-ive-ive-ive-ive.

Man, what I would not give,

When you can survive on fried dough,

What a way to live,

What a way to live-ive-ive-ive-ive.

Corndogs and funnel cakes,

Pizza parties on roller skates,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Oh to be just a boy,

Oh to leavin’ the problems to the men.

Corndogs and funnel cakes,

Corndogs and funnel cakes,

Oh to be ten and so free again,

Eatin’ corndogs and funnel cakes.

Hey girl shake those hips,

Hey girl move them lips,

Hey girl over there en fuego,

Hey girl with the stare ay yo,

Eh, I have la tusa today,

Because I’m the only one to say.

Y’all too boring for me,

Where’s my country Karol G,

We need something so desperately,

Our own country Karol G.

Hey girl show some flair,

Hey girl die your hair,

Hey girl a little ink’s all right,

Hey girl wear that skirt too tight,

Might need a little provenza,

Don’t gotta belong to mensa.

Y’all too boring for me,

Where’s my country Karol G,

We need something so desperately,

Our own country Karol G.

Hey girl ignore that record label,

Hey girl it’s all a fable,

Because sometimes us boys get a little wild,

Sometimes us boys get a little tired,

Of that same ol’ country twang,

Of that breakup that you all sang,

About, 1,000 times again and again,

Then turn the bass up to 10.

A little something should be plain to see,

We need something so desperately,

Our own country Karol G.

Y’all too boring for me,

Where’s my country Karol G,

We need something so desperately,

Our own country Karol G.

Hey girl, use that sex appeal,

Hey girl, use those eyes to steal,

The hearts of millions of boys,

Fles shooting from your lips,

Ready to douse,

Flames from a whorehouse,

Hell, Dolly did it,

And that was back in the 80s,

Outlaws ruled, especially for lady’s.

You might be a little tqg,

But that’s all good baby,

As long as you’re like Karol G.

Nashville’s too boring for me,

Where’s my country Karol G,

We need something so desperately,

Our own country Karol G.

Broadway’s too boring for me,

Where’s my country Karol G,

We need something so desperately,

Our own country Karol G.

It’s the creak of the boards under our wheels,

It’s the saltwater taffy, the surf rods and reels,

It’s the chirp of the seagull soaring high above,

It’s that first kiss at 13, man this is love,

It’s the feeling of summer, young, wild, and free,

It’s the innocence of youth and the birds and the bees,

It’s those memories, man they feel so so near,

It’s the future with god, we have nothing to fear.

Those boards yea, they have some tear,

Those boards yea, they’ve seen their fair share,

But when the creak of the boards gets in your ear,

You know that summertime has arrived right here,

It’s summertime again right here.

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,

It’s only July and we’re only half-way done yet,

It’s the creak of the boards under our wheels,

It’s the saltwater breeze and the way that it feels,

The ice cream man with his toes in the sand,

Six more weeks and got you in the palm of my hand,

It’s the feeling of summer, young, wild, and free,

It’s the innocence of youth and the birds and the bees.

Those boards yea, they have some tear,

Those boards yea, they’ve seen their fair share,

But when the creak of the boards gets in your ear,

You know that summertime has arrived right here,

It’s summertime again right here.

Creak, creak, creak of the boards under all them wheels,

Creak, creak, creak they go,

Creak, creak, creak, of the boards under all them wheels,

Creak, creak, creak, from row to row.

When the creak of the boards gets in your ear,

You know that summertime has arrived right here,

When the creak of the boards gets in your ear,

You know it’s time, for some fishin’ gear.

Those boards yea, they have some tear,

Those boards yea, they’ve seen their fair share,

But when the creak of the boards gets in your ear,

You know that summertime has arrived right here,

It’s summertime again right here.

Creak, creak, creak of the boards under all them wheels,

Creak, creak, creak they go,

Creak, creak, creak, of the boards under all them wheels,

Creak, creak, creak, from row to row.

When the creak of the boards gets in your ear,

You know that summertime has arrived right here,

When the creak of the boards gets in your ear,

You know it’s time, for some fishin’ gear.

You know what my granny taught me,

No I’m not talkin’ about the birds and the bees,

Or how to bake a biscuit that makes you weak in the knees.

That hey is for horses,

And pie for the sky,

Hi is better than a long goodbye,

So long to cuss words,

Rinse your mouth ‘til its bone dry.

How you doin’ is a day’s work done,

Necks turn red from the baking sun,

So get down that dirt road, kiss those white shoes goodbye,

And keep stacking those hay, hay, hays, high, high, high.

You know what my daddy taught me,

No I’m not talkin’ about a knot with an F and a G,

Or how to strum a proper guitar key.

That hey is for horses,

And pie for the sky,

Hi is better than a long goodbye,

So long to cuss words,

Rinse your mouth ‘til its bone dry.

How you doin’ is a day’s work done,

Necks turn red from the baking sun,

So get down that dirt road, kiss those white shoes goodbye,

And keep stacking those hay, hay, hays, high, high, high.

You know what my mama taught me,

No I’m not talkin’ about putin’ up the seat when I pee,

Or how to raise my grades from a D.

That hey is for horses,

And pie for the sky,

Hi is better than a long goodbye,

So long to cuss words,

Rinse your mouth ‘til its bone dry.

How you doin’ is a day’s work done,

Necks turn red from the baking sun,

So get down that dirt road, kiss those white shoes goodbye,

And keep stacking those hay, hay, hays, high, high, high.

Yea how you doin’ is a day’s work done,

Necks turn red from the baking sun,

So get down that dirt road, kiss those white shoes goodbye,

And keep stacking those hay, hay, hays, high, high, high.

So get down that dirt road, kiss those white shoes goodbye,

And keep stacking those hay, hay, hays, high, high, high.

That hey is for horses,

And pie for the sky,

Hi is better than a long goodbye,

So long to cuss words,

Rinse your mouth ‘til its bone dry.

So get down that dirt road, kiss those white shoes goodbye,

And keep stacking those hay, hay, hays, high, high, high.

Thank you granny,

Thank you daddy,

Thank you mama,

I’ll keep stacking those hay, hay, hays, high, high, high.

She’s my chiquita,

My blonde haired Rosita,

Red rose lips too,

She’s my chiquita,

My spicy margarita,

And eyes that are a blue.

Like a ripe banana,

The peel it has a,

Blemish and bruise or two,

But like a banana,

When in Texarkana,

She’s soft and lucious to chew.

She’s my chiquita,

My blonde haired Rosita,

Red rose lips too,

She’s my chiquita,

My spicy Margarita,

And eyes that are a blue.

Like a ripe banana,

The flesh it has a,

Dark and mysterious spot,

But like a banana,

When in Santa Anna,

She fills you up a whole lot.

She’s my chiquita,

My blonde haired Rosita,

Red rose lips too,

She’s my chiquita,

My spicy margarita,

And eyes that are a blue.

Like a ripe banana,

When blended it has a,

Creamy and delicious taste,

But like a banana,

When in Urbana,

She throws part of you out in the waste.

She’s my chiquita,

My blonde haired Rosita,

Red rose lips too,

She’s my chiquita,

My spicy margarita,

And eyes that are a blue.

Hey there caballero,

Stop a stare-o,

This no rode-o,

Get back on your horse right now,

Because she’s my chiquita,

My blonde haired Rosita,

If you don’t back up it’s pow.

She’s my chiquita,

My blonde haired Rosita,

Red rose lips too,

She’s my chiquita,

My spicy margarita,

And eyes that are a blue.

Yea, she’s my chiquita,

My blonde haired Rosita,

Hey there caballero,

Stop a stare-o,

Because she’s my chiquita.

I don’t take no seat or drinks served neat,

I don’t take no seat or drinks served neat,

No, I don’t take no seat or drinks served neat.

Woo, come on now, let me see you stand up,

Pop that cooler out, we all know what this is about,

It’s our time to frolick and play,

On a humid summer’s day,

It’s our time to get that bourbon real cold,

Add some lime or mint if you’re feelin’ real bold,

Some honey in your drink for some sweet with some sin,

And some honies with that honey-kissed skin for the win.

Because I don’t take no seat or drinks served neat,

No I, stand like a man, chillin’ in the heat,

Feet in the sand, ice cold drink in my hand,

I won’t take no seat or drinks served neat.

Melt that ice, yea it feels so nice,

Cold condensation dripping into my hand,

Damn, man, this is like heaven on earth,

Honey on my towel jammin’ to Marshall Tucker Band,

Damn, man, that ice it feels so nice,

Take a dip in the ocean then back on dry land.

Woo, come on now, let me see you stand up,

Pop that cooler out, we all know what this is about,

I don’t take no seat or drinks served neat,

No I, stand like a man, chillin’ in the heat,

Feet in the sand, ice cold drink in my hand,

I won’t take no seat or drinks served neat.

Yea, I, stand like a man, chillin’ in the heat,

Jim and Ray got that UV on lock,

Cooler gettin’ lighter by the minute,

Damn, that white lightning almost out of stock,

Lucky for me I know a Captain or two,

No catch of the day on the menu though,

Got that sugarcane elixir to get us through,

3, 4, 5, 6 hours more,

I can stand all day,

My feet are never sore,

When you got those honies layin’ down with that honey-kissed skin,

You know tonight you’re goin’ in for the win.

Woo, come on now, let me see you stand up,

Pop that cooler out, we all know what this is about,

I don’t take no seat or drinks served neat,

No I, stand like a man, chillin’ in the heat,

Feet in the sand, ice cold drink in my hand,

I won’t take no seat or drinks served neat.

I don’t take no seat or drinks served neat,

No I, stand like a man, chillin’ in the heat,

Feet in the sand, ice cold drink in my hand,

I won’t take no seat or drinks served neat.

Stand up fellas, get that cooler ready,

You better stand like a man, and take the heat,

Yes, take that heat.

Thinking of that crisp August night,

Thinking of that breeze and our kite,

Thinking of that salt in the air,

Thinking of not having a care,

Thinking of that look in your eyes,

Thinking of these new family ties.

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you,

I’m laughing and drinking all day with you,

I’m thinking of rolling in the hay all night with you,

It’s that sweet celery that’s got me into you,

It’s that warm spice that’s enough to entice me to you,

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you.

Thinking of that tackle and line,

Thinking of that sweet sweet summertime,

Thinking of that boardwalk smell,

Thinking of those wedding bells,

Thinking of that wind blown hair,

Thinking of that late night dare.

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you,

I’m laughing and drinking all day with you,

I’m thinking of rolling in the hay all night with you,

It’s that sweet celery that’s got me into you,

It’s that warm spice that’s enough to entice me to you,

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you.

Thinking of that tide at our feet,

Thinking of that perfect seat,

Thinking of that sunset catch,

Thinking of that fresh new batch,

Thinking of that clam bake,

Thinking of that little bayside stake.

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you,

I’m laughing and drinking all day with you,

I’m thinking of rolling in the hay all night with you,

It’s that sweet celery that’s got me into you,

It’s that warm spice that’s enough to entice me to you,

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you.

It’s that sweet celery that’s got me into you,

It’s that warm spice that’s enough to entice me to you,

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you,

I’m twisting and turning in this Old Bay with you.

Go on keep your head in the race,

We talking about that 9-5,

Not this warm leisurely drive,

Top down, koozie in hand,

Blasting the Charlie Daniels Band.

Got this celly on mute,

Shoot turn it off as well,

Hell throw it in the ocean,

Lotion, slow motion, potion,

That’s got me,

Moovin’, groovin’, and cruisin’,

Me and my baby boozin’ and losin’ all cares,

On A1A all day.

From Amelia down to Daytona Beach,

Top down, koozie in hand,

Thinkin’ of that warm white sand,

Then getting loco on Cocoa,

Tequila shots with a hint of lime,

Reminds us it’s about time,

To get down to Key West,

Doin’ our best to make it before sunset.

Got this celly on mute,

Shoot turn it off as well,

Hell throw it in the ocean,

Lotion, slow motion, potion,

That’s got me,

Moovin’, groovin’, and cruisin’,

Me and my baby boozin’ and losin’ all cares,

On A1A all day.

Go on keep your head in the race,

We talking about that 9-5,

Not this warm leisurely drive,

Top down, koozie in hand,

Blasting the Charlie Daniels Band.

Got this celly on mute,

Shoot turn it off as well,

Hell throw it in the ocean,

Lotion, slow motion, potion,

That’s got me,

Moovin’, groovin’, and cruisin’,

Me and my baby boozin’ and losin’ all cares,

On A1A all day.

Those baby blue eyes, match this July sky,

And that pink flower dress, makes one want to confess,

About that lavender smell, on your body I fell,

In love with that peach tea, reminded of summers you and me.

You tell me you’re having a bad day,

But these pastel hues,

And oceanfront views,

Gonna send those dark blues away.

The green of the mint, gives me a hint,

It’s time for some rum, we’re gonna have some fun,

That violet lipstick, really gives me a kick,

To start up that boat, gonna tear up the coast,

Warm breeze can’t be beat, with soft coral on our feet.

You tell me you’re having a bad day,

But these pastel hues,

And oceanfront views,

Gonna send those dark blues away,

These pastel hues,

And oceanfront views,

Gonna send those dark blues away.

These pastel hues, match your baby blues,

These oceanfront views, make you forget the news,

That pink flower dress, makes me a mess,

That lavender smell, gonna make me yell,

About that pastel hue of your baby blues,

About that oceanfront view, just me and you.

You can’t be having a bad day,

Because these pastel hues,

And oceanfront views,

Are right in front of us to stay,

This turquoise water is calling our name,

And white sand is here for us to play.

So it’s getting better and better today,

Because these pastel hues,

And oceanfront views,

Have sent those dark blues away,

These pastel hues and oceanfront views,

Have sent those dark blues away.

That golden crust may get you all worked up,

Hot and bothered like a beat up dodge pickup truck,

Those georgia peaches they glow in the dark,

But me baby I ain’t a walk in the park,

I need a warm breeze blowing my way,

Coconut palm trees swaying all day,

Baking in the hot tropical sun,

A few shakes of the tree and I’m done.

You other boys can have your bourbon and rye,

Your pecan, peach, and blueberry pie,

But this Florida boy’s got something else that’s caught his eye,

Oh me oh my, I’m a rum and key lime pie kind of guy.

You can take it where the sun don’t shine,

Don’t mess with something so fine,

Gift from the heavens above,

That sweet green makes me in love,

For you this may be too tart,

That’s fine, because I’m about to break your heart,

I got a warm breeze blowing my way,

Coconut palm trees swaying all day.

You other boys can have your bourbon and rye,

Your pecan, peach, and blueberry pie,

But this Florida boy’s got something else that’s caught his eye,

Oh me oh my, I’m a rum and key lime pie kind of guy.

Ring, ring, ring, I ain’t home,

Got my celly turned off to roam,

Fishin’ in the clear blue sea,

While you’re shaking with your sweet iced tea,

Got my FGL set on cruise,

Basking with nothing to lose,

I got a warm breeze blowing my way,

Coconut palm trees swaying all day.

You other boys can have your bourbon and rye,

Your pecan, peach, and blueberry pie,

But this Florida boy’s got something else that’s caught his eye,

Oh me oh my, I’m a rum and key lime pie kind of guy.

From Tennessee to Kentucky, you know you mean something to me,

But this Florida boy’s got something else that caught his eye,

Oh me oh my, I’m a rum and key lime pie kind of guy.

But this Florida boy’s got something else that caught his eye,

Oh me oh my, I’m a rum and key lime pie kind of guy.

You other boys can have your bourbon and rye,

Your pecan, peach, and blueberry pie,

But this Florida boy’s got something else that’s caught his eye,

Oh me oh my, I’m a rum and key lime pie kind of guy.

From Tennessee to Kentucky, you know you mean something to me,

But this Florida boy’s got something else that caught his eye,

Oh me oh my, I’m a rum and key lime pie kind of guy.

That honey do list is getting real long,

It goes on and on and on,

Like a don mclean song,

Clean out the gutters, paint the shutters,

And that new landscaping looks so wrong.

That shed in the back may be half done,

But hey baby, let’s go out and get us some sun,

Throw some ice in the cooler, and scout in the jeep,

Call up the gang, I don’t care if they might be asleep.

Now we all know what’s about to go down,

There’s enough rum to go round and round,

Things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans,

Yea, things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans.

These UVs feel like heaven to me,

Sure beats trimmin’ those old trees,

Me and scout are without a doubt,

Not missin’ clearing those bushes and bees.

Got the tent set up and Chesney playin’ real low,

The gang getting buzzed, that captain startin’ to take its toll,

Can’t stand up, but gettin’ in some flip cup,

Singin’ let the good times roll.

Now we all know what’s about to go down,

There’s enough rum to go round and round,

Things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans,

Yea, things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans.

That shed in the back may be half done,

But me and my baby are gettin’ some sun,

That ice gettin’ real low, that captain takin’ its toll,

The gang is havin’ a whole bunch of fun.

Now we all know what’s about to go down,

There’s enough rum to go all around,

Things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans,

Yea, things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans.

These UVs feel like heaven to me,

Sure beats trimmin’ those old trees,

Me and scout are without a doubt,

Not missin’ clearing those bushes and bees.

Got the tent set up and Chesney playin’ real low,

The gang getting buzzed, that captain startin’ to take its toll,

Can’t stand up, but gettin’ in some flip cup,

Singin’ let the good times roll.

Now we all know what’s about to go down,

There’s enough rum to go all around,

Things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans,

Yea, things really get out of hand,

When sand throws out our plans,

When sand throws out our plans.

All that pina and coco, can make you quite loco,

Those umbrella straws and grass hut bars,

Lead to a night that is never no joke-o,

But that tropical breeze, can sometimes unfreeze,

A beauty that can buckle your knees.

Flower in her hair, with never a care,

That girl over there, has that intoxicating stare,

One, two, three drinks on down, never a sneer or a frown,

She lights up the room, from midnight ‘til noon,

That last guzzle of rum makes the finest sound.

Now you see why,

They come from near and far,

To see the star of the tiki bar.

Yea, she’s the star of the tiki bar,

And she knows it all right,

She’s the star of the tiki bar,

All the guys they put up a fight,

Because when the stars at the tiki bar,

You better guess just right,

She ain’t here every night.

Flower in her hair, with never a care,

That girl over there, has that intoxicating stare,

One, two, three drinks on down, never a sneer or a frown,

She lights up the room, from midnight ‘til noon,

That last guzzle of rum makes the finest sound.

Now you see why,

They come from near and far,

To see the star of the tiki bar.

Corner seat is such a treat,

Ice melts in this tropical heat,

Rum flowing and adrenaline goin’,

Gonna wish upon that shootin’ star,

Fall to me, yea come to me,

We can dance in the mar,

We’re meant to be, just you and me,

Like that rum in your mason jar.

Now you see why,

They come from near and far,

To see the star of the tiki bar.

Flower in her hair, with never a care,

That girl over there, has that intoxicating stare,

One, two, three drinks on down, never a sneer or a frown,

She lights up the room, from midnight ‘til noon,

That last guzzle of rum makes the finest sound.

Now you see why,

They come from near and far,

To see the star of the tiki bar.

Yea, yea, yea, yea,

Now you see why,

They come from near and far,

Yea, yea, yea, yea,

Now you see why,

They come from near and far,

To see the star of the tiki bar.

The star of the tiki bar.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

You’ve heard of porch pirates,

You’ve seen it all on ring,

You’ve got your popcorn ready,

For a Dateline gotcha sting.

We need some western justice,

Make these horse thieves pay the price,

Some will make you swim with fishes,

Others lay with the field mice.

I caught you stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Oh no, no, no, no, no,

You’re stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Just go, go, go, go, go.

No more mangos for you,

Just go, go, go, go, go, go.

I caught you stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Not once, not twice, but thrice,

So why don’t you meet my friend Mr. Winchester,

Unfortunately for you, he ain’t so nice.

Nah, ot, ot, ot, ot, ot, ot, ot so nice.

Some steal mangos for food,

And some steal them for fun,

But if you steal them from my tree,

Your ass is gonna be on the run.

On the ruh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, un.

I caught you stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Oh no, no, no, no, no,

You’re stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Just go, go, go, go, go.

Some steal mangos in the heat,

Or after a cool summer rain,

But if you steal them from my tree,

You gonna feel the pain.

Feel the pay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ain.

I caught you stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Not once, not twice, but thrice,

So why don’t you meet my friend Mr. Winchester,

Unfortunately for you, he ain’t so nice.

I caught you stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Oh no, no, no, no, no,

You’re stealin’ mangos from my tree,

Just go, go, go, go, go.

No more mangos for you,

Just go, go, go, go, go, go.

Only few things are certain,

Yea that’s for sure,

Benny couldn’t have said it better,

In that old founding father lore.

But I got two things to add,

Yea you better write it down,

I think you’re gonna’ dig ‘em,

Yea, really like how they sound.

So crack open that beer,

And let me here you sing it.

Like ABCs, 123s, and the sky so blue,

Only three things in life are set,

Yea, they are true,

A little sun, sand, and the taxman,

Sun, sand, and that damn taxman.

Hey, you look real nice,

So I’ll whisper something in your ear,

It’s gonna bring a smile,

Heck, it might even bring a tear.

We got a place,

Where you can do the first two,

Where the sand is white,

And the sky is blue.

Yea, we got some zips,

Where there ain’t no rate,

It’s a different shade of orange,

The good ol’ sunshine state.

So come on down,

And let me here you sing it.

Like ABCs, 123s, and the sky so blue,

Only three things in life are set,

Yea, they are true,

A little sun, sand, and the taxman,

Sun, sand, and that damn taxman.

Mr. Taxman, there’s a three hour tour leaving soon,

Mr. Taxman, I think it will get you back by noon,

Mr. Taxman, I heard it’s the SS Minnow,

Mr. Taxman, take your time, I hear it’s real slow.

Real, real, slow.

So crack open that beer,

And let me here you sing it.

Like ABCs, 123s, and the sky so blue,

Only three things in life are set,

Yea, they are true,

A little sun, sand, and the taxman,

Sun, sand, and that damn taxman.

The hell with you,

I’ll take the first two,

Mr Taxman.

A little,

Sun sand,

Sun sand,

Sun sand and the taxman.

Sun sand,

Sun sand,

Sun sand and the taxman.

Be extra sweet for me.

Your gunners are top of the table,

My birds are looking like they’re able,

To take it all the way,

But all I want to do is relax and lay,

With you next to me all day.

Because that sweet buttery smell fills the air,

And I like how you wearin’ your hair,

You got that sultry voice and that vixen’s stare.

Sweet tea and crumpets on a Sunday morn,

A new tradition is here, it has been born,

You may be London born and bred,

But a southern boy you wed,

You know how I like my tea,

So be extra sweet for me.

Be, be, extra sweet for me.

Give me a little more sugar instead,

And I’ll take mine from bed,

It’s got a lot more room for two,

Nothin’ sweeter than a little of you.

Because that sweet buttery smell fills the air,

And I like how you wearin’ your hair,

You got that sultry voice and that vixen’s stare.

Sweet tea and crumpets on a Sunday morn,

A new tradition is here, it has been born,

You may be London born and bred,

But a southern boy you wed,

You know how I like my tea,

So be extra sweet for me.

Be, be, be extra sweet for me.

Be, be, be extra sweet for me.

Sweet tea and crumpets on a Sunday morn,

A new tradition is here, it has been born,

It has been born,

Extra sweet,

Born, born, born, born,

Extra sweet,

So be extra sweet for me.

Sweet tea and crumpets on a Sunday morn,

A new tradition is here, it has been born,

You may be London born and bred,

But a southern boy you wed,

You know how I like my tea,

So be extra sweet for me.

Looking forward to some mahi fishin’,

Can’t wait for that sundown kissin’,

That picture on the wall got me reminiscin’,

About those tanlines and big pines,

Good times and tangled lines,

Sunny skies, oh so sublime,

You right there next to me.

It might seem like a contradiction,

But it ain’t no work of fiction,

It’s just a whole lot of down home friction,

Catching those big rays and glory days,

Of tanlines and big pines,

Good times and tangled lines,

Sunny skies, oh so sublime,

You right there next to me.

Bass Pro’s got that 50 pound test,

Them sails sometimes get the best,

But you and me, well we do the rest,

Good times with some tangled lines,

When you are right here next to me.

Song birds whistling in the tree,

Doo doo doo, dee dee dee,

And you right there next to me,

With our tanlines and big pines,

Good times and tangled lines,

Sunny skies, oh so sublime,

And you right there next to me.

Looking forward to some mahi fishin’,

Can’t wait for that sundown kissin’,

That picture on the wall got me reminiscin’,

The month of May it always pays,

To get those tanlines and see big pines,

Some good times and tangled lines,

Sunny skies oh so sublime,

You right there next to me.

Tanlines and big pines,

Good times and tangled lines,

Sunny skies oh so sublime,

You right there next to me.

Largo down to Marathon,

Islamorada all the way to Big Pine,

A stop on 1 for us to dine,

This weekend is looking real fine,

With some conch and some fishing line.

Maybe for her them limes are a little too tart,

But them keys are the key to my heart.

Them keys are the key to my heart.

On a treasure hunt,

Drinking from a coconut,

Living like Hemmingway,

Sipping rum all day,

Catching lunch with a spear,

You’ll even run into some deer.

Like Harry in To Have and Have Not,

Them keys are the key to my heart,

Them keys are the key to my heart.

I gotta’ put it out there, it’s only fair,

There’s nothing like that coastal air,

There’s only so much city I can bare,

And waking up to roosters is so rare.

Maybe for her them limes are a little too tart,

But them keys are the key to my heart,

Them keys are the key to my heart.

Like Harry in To Have and Have Not,

Them keys are the key to my heart,

Them keys are the key to my heart.

You can always do your part,

If you know, them keys are the key to my heart.

We can always get a fresh start,

Once you know, them keys are the key to my heart.

Down in the Yucatan,

Man, there goes our plan,

All up in smoke,

Broke and need a toke,

These girls wearing us out,

Bout now gonna scream and shout,

To the rhythm of the caribbean beat,

Meet up with those honies from Crete,

Bonfire blazing and shaking those hips,

Ships sailing and warm skinny dips.

Down in the Yucatan,

Man, we have a plan,

We’re waking up at noon,

From Tulsa to Tulum.

Hours and hours from Cancun,

Soon, gonna’ be naked under the moon,

Looking out over to Cozumel,

Hell, this is heaven if you couldn’t tell,

Me and this greek cutie feeling so hot,

Shot of tequila and forget I’m not,

In the nine to five daily grind,

Mind over matter and you’ll always find,

Peace and love and all you desire,

Fire breathers and girls that never tire.

Down in the Yucatan,

Man, we have a plan,

Ten to a room,

From Tulsa to Tulum.

Buddies back home on the facetime,

Whine and yawn and it’s a quarter past nine,

Girls in our room doing yoga poses,

Roses in the water and painted toeses,

In the sand and and that deep base,

Face full of rum and trying just to keep pace.

Down in the Yucatan,

Man, we have a plan,

Sooner or later going boom,

From Tulsa to Tulum.

These girls wearing us out,

Bout now gonna scream and shout,

To the rhythm of the caribbean beat,

Meet up with those honies from Crete,

Bonfire blazing and shaking those hips,

Ships sailing and warm skinny dips.

Down in the Yucatan,

Man, we have a plan,

We’re waking up at noon,

From Tulsa to Tulum.

Down in the Yucatan,

Man, we have a plan,

We’re waking up at noon,

From Tulsa to Tulum.

We under the palmetto tree all day, playing this steel guitar,

We under the palmetto tree all night, drinking rum from our tiki bar.

We under the palmetto tree all day, warm breeze in our hair,

We under the palmetto tree all night, sweet smell of jerk in the air.

We under the palmetto tree all day, waves crashing at our feet,

We under the palmetto tree all night, cuddling in our hammock seat.

We under the palmetto tree all day, writing this new country song,

We under the palmetto tree all night, what we doin’ is oh so wrong.

We under the palmetto tree all day, eating this sweet mango fruit,

We under the palmetto tree all night, sleeping in our birthday suit.

We under the palmetto tree all day, watching the retrievers play,

We under the palmetto tree all night, living the old island way.

We under the palmetto tree all day, neighbors playing that bad bunny beat,

We under the palmetto tree all night, a Diplomatico is someone we meet.

We under the palmetto tree all day, green iguana crawling past our ear,

We under the palmetto tree all night, a little lime with our beer.

We under the palmetto tree all day, soft tone of the parakeet yelp,

We under the palmetto tree all night, looking so good I don’t need no help.

We under the palmetto tree all day, soaking up those UV rays,

We under the palmetto tree all night, these memories gonna be a haze.

Get under the palmetto tree with me,

Slip into that tiny little tithing you wear,

Get under the palmetto tree with me,

Warm breeze blowing that pretty hair.

Get under the palmetto tree you’ll be,

Kissing all your worries away,

Get under the palmetto tree you’ll be,

Sipping pina coladas all day.

Cause we under the palmetto tree all day, playing this steel guitar,

We’ll be under the palmetto tree all night, drinking rum from our tiki bar.

Still under the palmetto tree all right, watching those shooting stars,

Under the palmetto tree all night, drinking rum from our tiki bar.

Come on down to the sunshine state,

These orange groves are a calling,

Sit under this tall palm tree,

These sweet coconuts are a falling,

Come on down to the gold coast,

Kiss all of those worries away,

A little bit of rum,

And a night time of fun,

Gonna get you to stay.

You don’t need no medical degree,

The treatment is plain to see,

It’s just vitamin D and me,

The elixir is not A, or B, or C,

It’s just vitamin D and me.

Come on live life sunny side up,

Yellow sky will do you some good,

White sand sticking to your toes,

Muddling lime and mint like you should,

Come on down, where paradise awaits,

A one-way ticket is all you need,

Cause if you fall from too much alcohol,

You’ll ooze yellow when you bleed.

You don’t need no medical degree,

The treatment is plain to see,

It’s just vitamin D and me,

The elixir is not A, or B, or C,

It’s just vitamin D and me.

You’re in luck,

I’ve got some great news for you,

When you’re with me,

You can save that big doctor’s fee,

Because it’s 80 degrees on the land,

And the same in the sea.

So come on down,

Kiss all of those worries away,

A little bit of rum,

And a night time of fun,

Gonna get you to stay.

I don’t have no fancy degree,

You need vitamin D and me,

Ain’t no Nobel prize in chemistry,

You need vitamin D and me.

So come on down,

Kiss all of those worries away,

A little bit of rum,

And a night time of fun,

Gonna get you to stay.

You don’t need no medical degree,

The treatment is plain to see,

It’s just vitamin D and me,

The elixir is not A, or B, or C,

It’s just vitamin D and me.

Ain’t no Nobel prize in chemistry,

You need vitamin D and me,

Come get that vitamin D and me.

Where’s my miss destin,

Where’s my miss destiny,

Where’s my miss destination,

Where’s my miss sunny D.

Where’s my miss midnight kiss,

Where’s my miss sunny D,

Where’s my miss forever bliss,

She needs to be right here with me.

When I see her with my eyes closed shut,

When I see her in the rain,

When I see her in the looking glass,

She brings nothin’ to me but pain.

So I need her in my arms tonight,

So I need her smelling good,

So I need her with that flower in her hair,

Staring at me like a woman should.

But where’s my miss destin,

Where’s my miss destiny,

Where’s my miss destination,

Where’s my miss sunny D.

Where’s my miss midnight kiss,

Where’s my miss sunny D,

Where’s my miss forever bliss,

She needs to be right here with me.

Oh, oh, oh,

Stare at me like a woman should,

My miss sunny D.

Oh, oh, oh,

I need you in my arms tonight,

My miss sunny D.

I miss you my miss sunny D.

When I taste her lips on mine,

When I smell her sweet perfume,

When I touch her soft nape,

It’s just me and her in the room.

So I want her in my arms right now,

So I want her smelling good,

So I want her with that flower in the hair,

Staring in my eyes like a woman should,

Like a woman should.

But where’s my miss destin,

Where’s my miss destiny,

Where’s my miss destination,

Where’s my miss sunny D.

Where’s my miss midnight kiss,

Where’s my miss sunny D,

Where’s my miss forever bliss,

She needs to be right here with me.

Oh, oh, oh,

Stare at me like a woman should,

My miss sunny D.

Oh, oh, oh,

I need you in my arms tonight,

My miss sunny D.

I miss you my miss sunny D,

Miss sunny D.

Gonna’ pour me a jack and a coke,

While my baby she goes out for a smoke,

Cause me and her we haven’t spoke,

Since the 15th in tally up at Doak,

So I’m gonna’ let this lime soak,

And get her ready for a little late night poke.

My watch goes tick, tick, tick, click,

While I see this fifth disappear quick, quick, quick, quick,

Jack, Jim, and Johnny are nice,

When it’s 5pm, that julip on ice,

But when it’s 2am and my baby is ready for me,

Need that light, dark, coconut, and spiced,

It’s one of those whiskey days and rum nights.

Gonna’ pour me a jack and a coke,

While my baby she goes out for a smoke,

Cause me and her we haven’t spoke,

Since the 15th in tally up at Doak,

So I’m gonna’ let this lime soak,

And get her ready for a little late night poke,

It’s one of those whiskey days and rum nights.

My watch goes tick, tick, tick, click,

While I see this fifth disappear quick, quick, quick, quick,

Jack, Jim, and Johnny are nice,

When it’s 5pm, that julip on ice,

But when it’s 2am and my baby is ready for me,

Need that light, dark, coconut, and spiced,

It’s one of those whiskey days and rum nights.

When it’s 5pm, that julip on ice,

But when it’s 2am and my baby is ready for me,

It’s one of those whiskey days and rum nights.

So I’m gonna’ let this lime soak,

And get her ready for a little late night poke,

It’s one of those whiskey days and rum nights.

So I’m gonna’ let this lime soak,

And get her ready for a little late night poke,

It’s one of those whiskey days and rum nights.

I hear that blondes have more fun,

That Kenny’s past his prime,

And you can have too much sun,

But I got no shoes and no shirt,

And I can tell you the only problems I got,

Are how you’re gonna look in that Hawaiian skirt.

Crack, crack, crack, of the crab claws drowning in butter,

24-bucket of beer and we’ll be drowning in a puddle in the gutter,

Everyone staring at our table and we don’t care,

We have that white sand in our hair.

I know that salt always goes with pepper,

That white streaks show wisdom,

They don’t make you look like a leper,

So no need to wash it on out,

Right from your beach towel,

Don’t give them no doubt,

Everyone staring at our table and we don’t care,

We have that white sand in our hair.

Crack, crack, crack, of the crab claws drowning in butter,

24-bucket of beer and we’ll be drowning in a puddle in the gutter,

Everyone staring at our table and we don’t care,

We have that white sand in our hair.

White, pink, or even a little black,

Whatever the color, we’ll bring in on back,

Everyone staring at our table and we don’t care,

We have that pink sand in our hair.

So come on down this seat is open,

Everyone’s welcome,

The drinks are strong,

And we’re really hopin’,

That everyone stares and you don’t care,

Because you have pink sand in our hair.

Crack, crack, crack, of the crab claws drowning in butter,

24-bucket of beer and we’ll be drowning in a puddle in the gutter,

Everyone staring at our table and we don’t care,

We have that white, that pink, that black sand in our hair,

Yea, everyone staring at our table and we don’t care,

We have that white, that pink, that black sand in our hair,

That white, that pink, that black sand in our hair,

And we don’t care.

95 southbound just a few more exits to go,

95 degrees let that sweat drip slow,

95 thoughts running through my head,

95 minutes I’ll have you in bed.

The sand’s too hot, yea it’s burnin’ you up,

The sand’s too hot, we can cool down in my truck,

The sand’s too hot, go bare if you’re bold,

The sand’s too hot, but this man’s real cold.

Yea, this man’s real cold.

When the sand’s too hot,

You and me be bold.

98 steps, can’t take one more,

98 degrees, I’m still cold at the core,

98 reasons we need to get out of here,

98 pieces of ice around them beautiful beers.

The sand’s too hot, yea it’s burnin’ you up,

The sand’s too hot, we can cool down in my truck,

The sand’s too hot, go bare if you’re bold,

The sand’s too hot, but this man’s real cold.

Yea, this man’s real cold.

When the sand’s too hot,

You and me be bold.

Bold and the beautiful,

Yea, that’s what they call us now,

Bold and the beautiful,

We got that what, why, and how.

95 southbound just a few more exits to go,

95 degrees let that sweat drip slow,

95 thoughts running through my head,

95 minutes I’ll have you in bed.

The sand’s too hot, yea it’s burnin’ you up,

The sand’s too hot, we can cool down in my truck,

The sand’s too hot, go bare if you’re bold,

The sand’s too hot, but this man’s real cold.

Yea, this man’s real cold.

When the sand’s too hot,

You and me be bold.

98 steps, can’t take one more,

98 degrees, I’m still cold at the core,

98 reasons we need to get out of here,

98 pieces of ice around them beautiful beers.

The sand’s too hot, yea it’s burnin’ you up,

The sand’s too hot, we can cool down in my truck,

The sand’s too hot, go bare if you’re bold,

The sand’s too hot, but this man’s real cold.

Yea, this man’s real cold.

When the sand’s too hot,

You and me be bold,

Yea, let’s be bold.