My friend the Communist
Holds meetings in his RV
I can't afford his gas
So I'm stuck here watching TVI don't have digital
I don't have diddle squat
It's not having what you want
It's wanting what you've gotI'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone
To lighten up
I'm gonna tell 'em that
I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I'm looking upI'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna soak up the sunI've got a crummy job
It don't pay near enough
To buy the things it takes
To win me some of your loveEvery time I turn around
I'm Looking up, you're looking down
Maybe something's wrong with you
That makes you act the way you doI'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone
To lighten up
I'm gonna tell 'em that
I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I'm looking upI'm gonna soak up the sun
While it's still free
I'm gonna soak up the sun
Before it goes out on meDon't have no master suite
But I'm still the king of me
You have a fancy ride, but baby
I'm the one who has the keyEvery time I turn around
I'm looking up, you're looking down
Maybe something's wrong with you
That makes you act the way you do
Maybe I am crazy tooI'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone
To lighten up
I'm gonna tell 'em that
I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I'm looking upI'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone
To lighten up
I'm gonna tell 'em that
I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I'm looking upI'm gonna soak up the sun
Got my 45 on
So I can rock on
Songwriters
JEFF TROTT, SHERYL CROWPublished by
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