No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

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

Wearing 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, 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, no problems

No problems

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

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

Wanna soak up life for a while, 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, no problems

Babe, let's get packed, tank tops and flip-flops, if you got 'em

No shoes, no shirt, no problems

No problems