So just watching her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, white caps rolling over
Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, dropping limes in her Corona
Well she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like honey I sure want you
And it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona

And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing (whoa-oa-oh)
Beachin'

We got 2-for-1 second, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens happens
And there's a reggae band, full of dread heads, just sitting in the corner laughing
Well my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me
Yeah, she gets 'em going, she gets 'em playing a little, don't worry be happy

And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing (whoa-oa-oh)
Beachin'

Talking 'bout
And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing (whoa-oa-oh)
Beachin'

Beachin', sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can koozie in my hand