Well, there's a two o'clock flight down to Key West,
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I could catch it if I leave now, I bet.
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Where the steel drums sound while sun sinks down in the water.
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I got five vacation days comin',
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I spend my forty-hour week beach-bummin':
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I won't pack a lot of clothes 'cause where I'm gonna go, it don't matter.
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I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
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Dance with a girl I'll never see again,
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An' get tattooed.
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Catch some fish, catch a bus,
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Bend some rules just because I want to.
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I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
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An' taste the good life.
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Aw, paradise never gets borin',
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I might even do a little surf-boardin',
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Catch a ride, if I can, with the parachute man,
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An' go soarin'.
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I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
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Dance with a girl I'll never see again,
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An' get tattooed.
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Catch some fish, catch a bus,
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Bend some rules just because I want to.
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I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
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An' taste the good life.
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(Ah ooh.)
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I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
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Dance with a girl I'll never see again,
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An' get tattooed.
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Catch some fish, catch a bus,
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Bend some rules just because I want to.
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I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
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An' taste the good life.
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I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
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An' taste the good life.
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The Good Life
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