| I wanna go to the riverbank
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| Right down the road, we’ll take it slow
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| If I can get my truck to crank
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| I wanna lay with you there in the sand
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| Yeah, it oughta be fun layin' in the sun
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| Working on my farmer’s tan
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| And we can be beach bums for a while
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| Naw, we don’t even need palm trees
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| 'Cause that’s just a matter of style
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| And we can get away from everything
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| Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me
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| When the weekend comes
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| And we can be beach bums
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| When it gets hot, let’s take a dip
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| I’ll be baptized by your angel eyes
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| And I’ll taste heaven on your lips
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| We might pack a tent and spend the night
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| I’ll play your favorite song as you sing along
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| Right there in the firelight
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| And we can be beach bums for a while
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| Naw, we don’t even need palm trees
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| 'Cause that’s just a matter of style
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| And we can get away from everything
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| Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me
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| When the weekend comes
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| And we can be beach bums
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| No I don’t need no ocean breeze
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| I got the river and you here with me
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| And we can be beach bums for a while
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| Naw, we don’t even need palm trees
|
| 'Cause that’s just a matter of style
|
| And we can get away from everything
|
| Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me
|
| When the weekend comes
|
| And we can be beach bums for a while
|
| Naw, we don’t even need palm trees
|
| 'Cause that’s just a matter of style
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| We oughtta get away from everything
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| Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me
|
| When the weekend comes
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| And we can be beach bums
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| Beach bums
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| We can be beach bums |