| Just woke up, got a beer in my cup
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| 'Cause it’s already hotter than hell
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| The AC’s gone, but the fan’s still on
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| In this cheap beach motel
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| So my boys, and I
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| Climb in, and drive
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| Down to my forest fire
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| And I can feel the temperature rise
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| It’s gonna be a hot one
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| Soaking it up while the sun beams down
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| Bring a cooler if you got one
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| Ain’t nothing else to do in this one beach town
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| All I need is a seat in front of me
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| Sand under me, yeah, it’s gonna be hot
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| Ready, or not
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| It’s high noon now on this motel towel, and I
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| Just burned my feet
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| Ain’t no breeze, 'bout a hundred degrees
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| Let’s go get something to eat
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| Wait, there’s some girls by the shore
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| That we met before
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| There were three, now there’s more
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| And they’re bringing us beer, good lord
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| It’s like it’s gonna be a hot one
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| Living it up while the sun beams down
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| Bring a cooler if you got one
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| And nothing else to do in this one beach town
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| All I need is a girl in front of me
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| Sand under me, yeah, it’s gonna be hot
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| The sun’s all gone, but the party’s goes on
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| In the firelight
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| She holds my hand while we sit in the sand
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| Yeah, it’s a pretty good night
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| And our friends are on me
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| Drinking beer by the
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| And she said in my ear
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| «Why don’t we get out of here?»
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| It’s gonna be a hot one
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| It’s gonna be a hot one
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| Wanted a girl, and now I got one
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| And she’s a hot one, hot one, hot one |