Just watching her blonde hair, sunburnt stare at them white caps rollin' over.
Lay back in the thrift store beach chair, droppin' limes in her Corona.
Before she looks back, yeah she throws me a kiss like honey I sure want you.
And it's 103 between her and me and only 92 in Daytona.
And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tired we're in white sand, cold can.
Coogee in my hand, just a summertime story, shootin' breeze and sippin' sangin' whoa,
bitch yeah.
We got two for ones, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens, happens.
And there's a reggae band full of dreadheads just sittin' in the corner laughin'.
When my baby walks over, drops a 20 in the jar, she smiles and shakes it at me.
Yeah she gets some goin', she gets some playin', a little don't worry be happy.
And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tired we're in white sand, cold can.
Coogee in my hand, just a summertime story, shootin' breeze and sippin' sangin' whoa,
bitch yeah.
And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tired we're in white sand, cold can.
Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tired we're in white sand, cold can.
Coogee in my hand, just a summertime story, shootin' breeze and sippin' sangin' whoa,
bitch yeah.
Just bleach it, yeah, treat it like it.