There's a fifty-fifty chance

That the room ain't ready

Odds are, the cooler's too heavy,

To tote down to the beach all by myself



I'd be willing to bet,

By the end of the week

I'll pass out in room 319

And to round up all my clothes

I might need a little help



But it's a shore thing,

The sun will be shinning,

On my cold drink,

And I'll be lying

On a miller light towel

Havin' happy hour

All day long in the sand



We may never sleep

We may never leave

Raise too much hell

Never make bail

But in the morning it'll be alright

Cause it's a shore thing

We're getting tore down tonight



I think it's safe to say

I'll make a few new friends

Take us out at a bar

Throw a beer on the band

Toss down head into a parking lot road



And I wouldn't be surprised

If my ex shows up

Huggin' all over some dude in his truck

I guess down here

That's the way things go

But I'll be fine

Cause all I know



It's a shore thing,

The sun will be shinning,

On my cold drink,

And I'll be lying

On a miller light towel

Havin' happy hour

All day long in the sand



We may never sleep

We may never leave

Raise too much hell

Never make bail

But in the morning it'll be alright

Cause it's a shore thing

We're getting tore down tonight