Ive been up to my neck, workin six days a week
Wearin holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin of gettin away, since I dont know
Aint no better time than now, for Mexico
No shoes, no shirt, and no problem
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 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
Wanna soak up life for awhile, and lay back low
No boss no clock no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problem
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 no problems
Babe lets get packed, tank tops and flip-flops, if you got em
No shoes, no shirt, and no problem
No problem