No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

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

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

Been dreamin' of gettin' away since I don't know

Ain't no better time than now for Mexico

And no shoes, no shirt, and no problem

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

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

And no shoes, no shirt, no problem

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

And no shoes, and no shirt, and no problems

No problems