Yeah, it's Labor Day

And we came to play

Yo, talk to 'em

Top down, hittin' the road

Weekend with the boys

Ain't got no ball and chain

Thank God we're all divorced (woah)

The boys are back in town

And you know what that means

Single ladies, dollar drinks

Fajitas by the sea

Oh, I'm talkin' 'bout barefoot, dirty sand

Walkin' around with an open can (oh-oh)

Blackjack at three p.m

We're gonna make mistakes

Big gulps every meal

Free refills, that's a hell of a deal (oh-oh)

Four guys with sex appeal

Are hittin' Labor Day at Myrtle Beach!

Won't you come on down to a top 12-rated town? (Myrtle Beach!)

There's a Ferris wheel and a Margaritaville (Myrtle Beach!)

Butt-naked at the swim-up bar, now we're banned from the swim-up bar (Myrtle Beach!)

And piña coladas (m-m-myrtle!)

Hah, we in the 843

Got my two best buddies and Kyle with me

We got our flip-flops on, and our bunions taped

And our ex-wives gone, and a buffet plate, c'mon

Which of you boys wanna challenge me in mini golf?

Before we get massages in the mini mall?

Swimmin, shoppin, soakin' up the sun

And we haven't seen our kids in months

You know I'm talkin' 'bout wet hair, fancy jeans (hey)

Fun T-shirts, and they're missin' the sleeves (oh-oh)

Breakdown by the slot machines

I should call my son (c'mon, c'mon)

Zac Brown cover band

Facebook pic of a bucket of clams (oh-oh)

My wife's with another man

So that's why we're all here at Myrtle Beach!

Won't you come on down to a top 12-rated town? (Myrtle Beach!)

There's a Ferris wheel and a Margaritaville (Myrtle Beach!)

Butt-naked at the swim-up bar, now we're banned from the swim-up bar (Myrtle Beach!)

And piña coladas (m-m-myrtle!)

Won't you come on down to the greatest freakin' town? (Myrtle Beach!)

It's a fever dream the casino's pirate themed (Myrtle Beach!)

Broke down in the rental car, still banned from the swim-up bar (Myrtle Beach!)

And piña coladas (m-m-myrtle!)