No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
I’ve been up to my neck working 6 days a weekWearing holes in the soles of the shoes on my feetBeen dreaming of getting away since I don’t knowAin’t no better time than now for Mexico
ChorusNo shoes, no shirt and no problemsBlues, what blues, hey, I forgot ‘emThe sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottomAnd no shoes, and no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the seaWant to look thru my shades and see you there with meWant to soak up life for a while in laid-back modeNo boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code
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Babe, lets get packed, tank tops and flip flops if you got ‘emNo shoes, and no shirt, and no problems, no problems.