There's a little place I'd like to go
Down around the Gulf of Mexico
Where the palm trees touch the sky
There ain't no such thing as time
And you can pretty much do whatever floats your boat
Let's go
Talkin bout a little bit of beer stuck in a margarita
Another cup full of white sangria
Sugar sand under my feet
Laid back, loungin', that would be sweet
If we had a seven day, six night, five star villa
Soakin' in the sunshine, that'd be killa
Barley on the breeze, it's a vitamin d
Emergency
Somebody get me to the beach please
Oh oh
Somebody get me to the beach please
Right now
Baby it's a trip I can't afford
But isn't that what credit cards are for
I won't be thinkin' bout my Amex
When I'm swingin' in a hammock
Sayin' hey bartender pour me up one more
Por favor
Talkin bout a little bit of beer stuck in a margarita
Another cup full of white sangria
Sugar sand under my feet
Laid back, lounging, that would be sweet
If we had a seven day, six night, five star villa
Soaking in the sunshine, that would be killa
Barley on the breeze, it's a vitamin d
Emergency
Somebody get me to the beach please
Oh oh
Somebody get me to the beach please
Right now
Hey
Don't we all deserve to get away
Grab a little vacay
Talkin' bout a little bit of beer stuck in a margarita
Another cup full of white sangria
Sugar sand under my feet
Laid back, lounging, that would be sweet
If we had a seven day, sic night, five star villa
Soaking in the sunshine, that would be killa
Barley on the breeze, it's a vitamin d
Emergency
Somebody get me to the beach please
Oh oh
Somebody get me to the beach please
Oh right now, yeah
Somebody get me to the beach please
Oh yeah
Somebody get me to the beach please
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Somebody get me to the beach please