I've been up to my neck, workin' 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

No shoes, no shirt, and no problem

Blues what blues, hey I forgot 'em

The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand, with no bottom

And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems

No problems

Want a towel or a chair, in the sand by the sea

Wanna look through my shades, and see you there with me

Wanna soak up life for awhile, and lay back low

No boss no clock no stress, no dress code

No shoes, no shirt, no problem

Blues what blues, hey I forgot 'em

The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand, with no bottom

And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems

Babe lets get packed, tank tops and flip-flops, if you got 'em

No shoes, no shirt, and no problem

No problem