Just watching her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them

Whitecaps rolling over

Laid back in a thrift store beach chairDropping 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 Daytona

And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, it′s low tide

Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strollin'

Chillin', breezin′, sippin′, singin' whoa-oh-oh

Beachin′

We got two-for-ones, we're at a margarita bar

Whatever happens happens

And there′s a reggae band, full of dread heads

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 going, she gets 'em playing

A little, don′t worry, be happy

And it′s sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, it's low tide

Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strollin′

Chillin', breezin′, sippin', singin′ whoa-oh-oh

Beachin'

Ah yeah

Lil' palm tree leanin′

I got a margarita in my hand, I′m doin' a little drinkin′

Talking 'bout

Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, it′s low tide

Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strollin'

Chillin′, breezin', sippin', singin′ whoa-oh-oh

Beachin′ (aw, we're just beachin′)

Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, it's low tide (under the palm tree leanin′)

Rolling white sand, cold can koozie in my hand