I've been up to my neck, working six days a week
Wearing holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin' of getting away, since I don't know
Ain't no better time than now, for Mexico
No shoes, no shirt, 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, 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
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]Wanna soak up life for awhile, and lay back low
No boss no clock no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, 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, no problems
Babe lets get packed, tank tops and flip-flops, if you got 'em
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems
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