| That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
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| And so am I
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| The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
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| But it’s July
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| I’m getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
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| My boss just pushed me over the limit
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| I’d love to call him something, but I think I’ll just call it a day
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| Pour me something tall and strong
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| Make it a hurricane before I go insane
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| It’s only half past twelve but I don’t care
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| It’s five o’clock somewhere
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| Well this lunchbreak is gonna take all afternoon
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| And half the night
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| Tomorrow morning I know there’ll be hell to pay
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| Hey, but that’s alright
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| I ain’t had a day off now in over a year
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| My Jamaican vacation’s gonna start right here
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| If the phone is for me you can tell 'em I just sailed away
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| Pour me something tall and strong
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| Make it a hurricane before I go insane
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| It’s only half past twelve but I don’t care
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| It’s five o’clock somewhere
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| I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
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| And be back to work before two
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| But at a moment like this I can’t help but wonder
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| What would Jimmy Buffett do
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| He’d say pour me something tall and strong
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| Make it a hurricane before I go insane
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| It’s only half past twelve but I don’t care
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| It’s five o’clock somewhere |