It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere
Jackson/Buffet
The sun is hot, and that old clock is moving slow.
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And so am I
The work day passes slower than molasses in wintertime
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But it’s July
I’m getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
The boss just pushed me over the limit
I’d like to call him something
I think I’ll just call it a day
Chorus
Pour me something tall and strong. Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half past twelve But I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere
This lunch break is going to take all afternoon
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And half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there’ll be hell to pay
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Hey but that’s all right
I haven’t had a day off now in over a year
My Jamaican vacation starts right here
If the phones for me
You can tell them I just sailed away
Chorus Repeat
I could pay up my tab. Pour myself in a cab and be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can’t help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffet do. (I think he'd say....)
Chorus Repeat (and some general beach banter)