Beachin' Songtext / Lyric

So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burnt, stare at them, white caps rolling over Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' limes in a Corona Well, she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like "Honey, I sure want you."
And it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona

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And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
Chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa

Beachin'

We got 2-for-1s, we're at a Margarita bar, whatever happens happens
And there's a reggae band, full of dread heads, just sittin' in the corner laughin'
Well, my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me
Yeah, she gets 'em goin', she gets 'em playin' a little "Don't worry, be happy"

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Beachin'

Ha ha oh yeah...a little palm tree leaning
I got a Margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin'

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Beachin'

Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand