I've been up to my neck
Working six days a week
Wearin' holes in the soles
Of the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin' of gettin' away
Since I don't know
Ain't no better time than now
For Mexico
CHORUS:
No shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Blues, what blues? Hey, I forgot 'em
The sun and the sand
And a drink in my hand
With no bottom
No shoes, no shirt, and no problems
No problems
Want a towel on a chair
And the sand by the sea
Wanna look through my shades
And see you there with me
Wanna soak up life for a while
In laid-back mode
No boss, no clock, no stress,
No dress code
CHORUS:
No shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Blues, what blues? Hey, I forgot 'em
The sun and the sand
And a drink in my hand
With no bottom
No shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe, lets get packed
Take tops and flip flops
If you've got 'em
No shoes, no shirt, and no problems
No problems
Outro: (until fades, end on a )