Beachin' Lyrics

So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over
Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' limes in her Corona
Well she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like honey I sure want you
And it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in DaytonaAnd it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaohBeachin'We got 2-for-1s, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens happens
And there's a reggae band, full of dread head, just sittin' in the corner laughin'
Well my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me
Yeah, she gets 'em goin', she gets 'em playin' a little, don't worry be happyAnd it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaohBeachin'You got a margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin'Talkin' 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story
Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh,Beachin', sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight
Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand