No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

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