CHORUS
It’s just a working vacation - permanently.
Working on my tan, laying out by the sea.
Working on another beer, working on another year.
Living out a fantasy.

VERSE 2
I partied with the locals till early this morn.
We drank run and tequila till the new day was born.
Some of us even passed out on the beach,
living the life that we preach.

VERSE 3
If it all blows up and comes to an end,
I know I’ll look back with a sinister grin.
I partied real hardy there ain’t no doubt,
but isn’t that what life should really be all about?

BRIDGE
Singing, La,la,la,la. La,la,la,la, la,la,la,la,
Singing, La,la,la,la. La,la,la,la. La,la,la,la,. La,la,la,la,la,eeh.