What a dream, a job can be
And every day I wake up to the same routine
I love a good Monday morning
And I'm calling in for the fifth time this month
Love a good Monday off day
And I'm getting paid for this good time, oh my!
Sick day sick day I'm allowed to have a good time
Just me and the boys on a bleached porch sippin' on wine
All I want to do is have fun and sink in the pool
Because sick day sick day I know you deserve one too
And I'll take you to the beach
We'll hang out with old leather
Bikini out of shells
Martini! screams the weather
'Cause we're gonna have all the fun in this place
We're gonna get really old in this place
We are never gonna leave this beach
Oh sick day all the time
Sick day sick day I'm allowed to have a good time
Just me and the boys on a bleached porch sippin on wine
All we want to do is have fun and sink in the pool
Because sick day sick day I know you deserve one too
Walk into the mall
Hiding from them all
Dropping bags of molly
I'm bound to lose it all
'Cause we are gonna have fun together
We're never gonna get old in this place
We are gonna destroy the system, one sick day at a time
'Cause' it's a sick day sick day I'm allowed to have a good time
Just me and the boys drinking bleached porch sitting on wine
All we want to do is have fun and sink in the pool
Because sick day sick day is there anything else to do?
