| Driving down the interstate
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| Running thirty minutes late
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| Singing Margaritaville and minding my own
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| Some foreign car driving dude with the road rage attitude
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| Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone
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| He started yelling at me like I did something wrong
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| He flipped me the bird and then he was gone
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| Some beach, somewhere
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| There’s a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair
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| Palm trees are growing and a warm breezes a blowing
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| I picture myself right there
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| On some beach, somewhere
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| I circled the parking lot trying to find a spot
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| Just big enough I could park my old truck
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| A man with a big cigar was getting into his car
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| I stopped and I waited for him to back up
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| But from out of nowhere a Mercedes Benz
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| Came cruising up and whipped right in
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| Some beach, somewhere
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| There’s nowhere to go when you got all day to get there
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| There’s cold margaritas and hot señioritas smiling with long dark hair
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| On some beach, somewhere
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| I sat in that waiting room
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| It seemed like all afternoon
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| The nurse finally said doc’s ready for you
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| You’re not going to feel a thing we’ll give you some Novocain
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| That tooth will be fine in a minute or two
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| But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
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| And he started drilling before I was numb
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| Some beach, somewhere
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| There’s a beautiful sunset burning up that atmosphere
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| There’s music and dancing and lovers romancing
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| In the salty evening air
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| On some beach, somewhere
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| On some beach, somewhere |