It's been a dead ass week at a dead end job
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Got a boss on me like a snake on the frog
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There's gotta be more than what I've got
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On this big old piece of rock
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I want a little umbrella and a patch of sand
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Coconut drink and a reggae band
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This just might be the place where I get off
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Yeah, I want a day in the life of a summertime song
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Sail away with the Malibu rum
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Sail along, sail all the way, yeah
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Let the scorching sun and the salt in the sea
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Burn the skin right off of me
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Come on everybody and sing along
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It's a summertime song
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I might pierce my ear and bleach my hair
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Get a tattoo on my derriere
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Right now I don't really care what anybody else might think
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I'm gonna dance to every song I can
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So I can show off my new [?] tan
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While I wave my hand and raise my drink
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'Cause I want a day in the life of a summertime song
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Sail away with the Malibu rum
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Sail along, sail all the way, yeah
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Let the scorching sun and the salt in the sea
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Burn the skin right off of me
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Come on everybody and sing along
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It's a summertime song
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Yeah, I want a day in the life of a summertime song
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Sail away with the Malibu rum
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Sail along, sail all the way, yeah
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Let the scorching sun and the salt in the sea
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Burn the skin right off of me
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Come on everybody and sing along
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It's a summertime song
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Summertime Song
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| Clay Walker |
