I thought about rakin' the leaves Thought about mowin' the yard Thought of walkin' the dog Thought of washin' the car Got a list on the fridge Alamos gave it a damn Finally made up my mind So here I am just Grillin' And chillin' My favorite right kind of time killin' No runnin' Just sunnin' And gettin' my fair share of funnin' Got it made in the shade With the radio playin' Some strait singin' old Dean Dillon And tryin' to keep my beer from spillin' And grillin' And chillin' I got some chicken an' beans Got some corn on the cob A cold cooler of beer Let me pop you a top No, you don't need a thing No reason to call Just drop on in We'll have a ball just Grillin' And chillin' My favorite right kind of time killin' No runnin' Just sunnin' And gettin' my fair share of funnin' Got it made in the shade With the radio playin' Some strait singin' old Dean Dillon And tryin' to keep my beer from spillin' And grillin' And chillin' When it's been a long week And I'm dead on my feet And I don't wanna' worry on work anymore You'll find me out there Laid back in my chair Just thankin' the lord For Grillin' And chillin' My favorite right kind of time killin' No runnin' Just sunnin' And gettin' my fair share of funnin' Got it made in the shade With the radio playin' Some strait singin' old Dean Dillon And tryin' to keep my beer from spillin' And grillin' And chillin'