♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I've been up to my neck Workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles Of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin' away Since I don't know Ain't no better time than now For Mexico No shoes, no shirt And no problem ♪ Blues, what blues Hey I forgot em ♪ The sun and the sand And a drink in my hand With no bottle And no shoes, no shirt And no problem No problem Want a towel on a chair And the sand by the sea Want to look through my shades And see you there with me Want to soak up life for a while And lay back and moan No hustle, no clock No stress, no dress code No shoes, no shirt And no problem ♪ Blues, what blues Hey I forgot em ♪ The sun and the sand And a drink in my hand With no bottle And no shoes, no shirt And no problem ♪ Babe let's get packed Tank tops and flip flops If you got em And no shoes, no shirt And no problem No problem ♪