Beachin'

Just watching her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them Whitecaps rolling over Laid back in a thrift store beach chair Dropping limes in her 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 92 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 strollin' Chillin', breezin', sippin', singin' whoa-oh-oh Beachin' We got two-for-ones, we're at a margarita bar Whatever happens happens And there's a reggae band, full of dread heads Just sittin' in the corner laughin' Well my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar She smiles and shakes it at me Yeah, she gets 'em going, she gets '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 strollin' Chillin', breezin', sippin', singin' whoa-oh-oh Beachin' Ah yeah Lil' palm tree leanin' I got a margarita in my hand, I'm doin' a little drinkin' Talking 'bout Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, it's low tide Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strollin' Chillin', breezin', sippin', singin' whoa-oh-oh Beachin' (aw, we're just beachin') Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, it's low tide (under the palm tree leanin') Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand