The sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow, and so am IThe workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's JulyI'm getting paid by the hour and noted by the minuteMy boss just pushed me over the limitI'd like to count something, I think I'll just call it a dayPour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane before I go insaneIt's only half past twelve, but I don't careIt's five o'clock somewhereThis lunch break is gonna take all afternoon and half the nightTomorrow morning I know there'll be no payHey, but that's alright, I ain't had a day off nowIn over a year, my Jamaican vacation's gonna start right hereIf the phone's for me, you can tell them I just sailed awayPour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane before I go insaneIt's only half past twelve, but I don't careIt's five o'clock somewhereI could pay off my tab for myself in a cab and be back to work before twoAt a moment like this, I can't help but wonder, what would Jimmy Buffett do?Funny you should ask, AlanI'd say pour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane before I go insaneIt's only half past twelve, but I don't carePour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane before I go insaneIt's only half past twelve, but I don't careHe don't care, I don't careIt's five o'clock somewhere*