Beach Please

There's a little place I'd like to go Down around the Gulf of Mexico Where the palm trees touch the sky There ain't no such thing as time And you can pretty much do whatever floats your boat Let's go Talkin bout a little bit of beer stuck in a margarita Another cup full of white sangria Sugar sand under my feet Laid back, loungin', that would be sweet If we had a seven day, six night, five star villa Soakin' in the sunshine, that'd be killa Barley on the breeze, it's a vitamin d Emergency Somebody get me to the beach please Oh oh Somebody get me to the beach please Right now Baby it's a trip I can't afford But isn't that what credit cards are for I won't be thinkin' bout my Amex When I'm swingin' in a hammock Sayin' hey bartender pour me up one more Por favor Talkin bout a little bit of beer stuck in a margarita Another cup full of white sangria Sugar sand under my feet Laid back, lounging, that would be sweet If we had a seven day, six night, five star villa Soaking in the sunshine, that would be killa Barley on the breeze, it's a vitamin d Emergency Somebody get me to the beach please Oh oh Somebody get me to the beach please Right now Hey Don't we all deserve to get away Grab a little vacay Talkin' bout a little bit of beer stuck in a margarita Another cup full of white sangria Sugar sand under my feet Laid back, lounging, that would be sweet If we had a seven day, sic night, five star villa Soaking in the sunshine, that would be killa Barley on the breeze, it's a vitamin d Emergency Somebody get me to the beach please Oh oh Somebody get me to the beach please Oh right now, yeah Somebody get me to the beach please Oh yeah Somebody get me to the beach please Oh yeah yeah yeah Somebody get me to the beach please