No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

I've been up to my neck, working six day a week

Wearin' holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet

Been dreamin' of getting away, since I don't know

Ain't no better time than now, for Mexico

No shoes, no shirt, and no problems

Blues, what blues?

Hey I forgot 'em

The sun, and the sand, and a drink in my hand

With no bottom

And no shoes, and no shirt, and no problems

No problems

Want a towel, on a chair, in the sand, by the sea

Wanna look through my shades, and see you there with me

Wanna soak up life for awhile, and lay back low

No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code

No shoes, no shirt, no problems

Blues, what blues?

Hey, I forgot 'em

The sun, and the sand, and a drink in my hand

With no bottom

And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems

Babe, let's get packed

Tank tops and flip-flops, if you got 'em

But no shoes, and no shirt, and no problems

No problems