Songtext von Beachin

So just watchin' her blonde hair, Sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' 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, so tight Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh Beachin' We got 2-for-1s, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens happens And there's a reggae band, full of dread head, 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 goin', she gets 'em playin' a little, don't worry be happy And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh Beachin' Ha ha aww yeah, a little palm tree leaning I got a margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin' Talkin' 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines So tight Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime story Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh Beachin', sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, so tight Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand