Livin' In Paradise, Workin' In Hell

Living in paradise, working in hell

Getting paid in sunshine and pretty seashells

Got no time for the beach, no time to sail

When you're living in paradise, working in hell

Thought we'd run from our troubles

Go down to the coast and escape

Thought there'd be oceans of rum

And plenty of fun every day

But when the money ran out

The party stopped

I'm selling cheap sunglasses, beer and flip flops

They're headed for the sand

Where we won't be

I'll be stocking sunscreen on aisle number three

Living in paradise, working in hell

Getting paid in sunshine and pretty seashells

Got no time for the beach, no time to sail

When you're living in paradise, working in hell

Wish we could sit on that pier

Not too far from here and watch the sunset

I got fishin' line

But I ain't got time to get my pole wet

I wanna hang in a hammock

Swing in the breeze

Between the sand and the sun and them two palm trees

When the fish start to bite

And the sun starts to sink

I'll be swinging that broom on aisle number three

Living in paradise, working in hell

Getting paid in sunshine and pretty seashells

Got no time for the beach, no time to sail

When you're living in paradise, working in hell

It's not as good as we'd hoped

Not as bad as it seems

'Til our ship comes in

We'll be on aisle number three

Living in paradise, working in hell

Getting paid in sunshine and pretty seashells

Got no time for the beach, no time to sail

When you're living in paradise, working in hell

When you're living in paradise, working in hell

Oh man, we need a day off