No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

I've been up to my neck, working six days a week Wearing holes in the soles, of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of getting away, since I don't know Ain't no better time than now, for Mexico No shoes, no shirt, no problems 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, 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 a while, and lay back low No boss no clock no stress, no dress code No shoes, no shirt, no problems 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, no problems Babe let's get packed, tank tops and flip-flops, if you got 'em No shoes, no shirt, no problems No problems