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Instant Winner
Pop
Instant Winner was released on June 17, 2026 by Pete Robertson as a part of the album Instant Winner - Single
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Release DateJune 17, 2026
LabelPete Robertson
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Robertson
Peter Robertson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Robertson
Peter Robertson
Composer

Lyrics

My skin's got that bronze seven day a week tan
I got sand in my hair and a bottle in hand
Just pulled the anchor up, tossed it right on the deck
Told the crew they earned a bonus check
Woke up this morning to the splash of the tide
My biggest concern was where the next drinkin' hides
No rush to go nowhere, schedule's all torn
Haven't worn shoes since the day I was born
Scratch that winning lottery ticket
So I can push my day drinkin' to the limit
Sailing the Caribbean on a charter yacht
Don't care who's sailing 'cause I got
A cold beer in hand and I can see the sand
Palm trees are swaying, my mind is saying
There's a beach over there, grab my chair
Cold beer in hand and feet in the sand
Instant winner
A cute waitress named Mara down at the shack
Served me a meal I can barely pay back
Got a pocket full of money and a head full of sun
Thinking man, this is easy, why didn't I run
To this life sooner, just bare feet and a hat
Traded my briefcase for a comfortable mat
I even started teaching the parrot my name
Forgot about that desk and that corporate game
Scratch that winning lottery ticket
So I can push my day drinkin' to the limit
Sailing the Caribbean on a charter yacht
Don't care who's sailing 'cause I got
A cold beer in hand and I can see the sand
Palm trees are swaying, my mind is saying
There's a beach over there, grab my chair
Cold beer in hand and feet in the sand
Instant winner
Wait, what's that noise?
That ain't the splash of the tide
That ain't Mara calling
Those aren't palm trees outside
It's an angry old buzzer and the smell of dust
And that isn't the sun, that's fluorescent bulb thrust
Into my bleary eyes and my back is on the floor
I must have fallen asleep right here next to the door
Scratch that winning lottery ticket
Yeah, I did that Tuesday, lost
Sailing the Caribbean
I'm sailing a cheap office chair on broken wheels
There's a beach over there
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Cold beer and some rum
It's just this lukewarm water
Instant winner
Man, I got twelve minutes to get to that meeting
Written by: Peter Robertson
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