It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere Jackson/Buffet The sun is hot, and that old clock is moving slow. * And so am I The work day passes slower than molasses in wintertime * 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 * And half the night Tomorrow morning I know there’ll be hell to pay * 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)