Phone won't stop a-wingin', people always pullin' at meSometimes I wanna pack it all up and leaveI don't mean to be complainin', cause I love this life I leadBut every now and then I need a little bit of time for meI'm lookin' for a change of pace, a temporary getawayI'm gonna fly southI'm gonna fly south till I find that placeWhere nobody knows my nameYeah, where nobody knows my nameI'm tired of walkin' on this concreteAnd these shoes, well, they're killin' my feetSome sun and some surf and some sand is really what I needI can almost taste the margaritasAnd see the beauties layin' out on the beachMy sun-soaked piece of paradiseIs right within my reachI'm lookin' for a change of paceA temporary getawayI'm gonna fly south till I find that placeWhere nobody knows my nameYeah, where nobody knows my nameI wanna feel the gut breeze in my hairGonna soak up a few ringsGive me my shades and a beach chairAnd I'll be gone todayI'll be gone todayI'm looking for a change of paceA temporary getawayI'm gonna fly south till I find that placeWhere nobody knows my nameYeah, where nobody knows my nameThat's rightI can get away with just about anything down hereNobody knows meThe way I like itI can get away with just about anything down here