| Been grittin' and grinding this nine to five
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| And I think I done had enough
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| All of these boring coffee pot pouring mornings are getting tough
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| Well it’s quittin' time and man alive
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| Pop a top and hold 'em high
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| Saturday is on its way
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| So find a beach, find a lake
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| Pack it on up, move it on out
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| Baby, I know that you know what I’m talking about
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| Your hand in my hand, and a can in the other
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| Let’s jump on in
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| Baby give me another kiss on these lips
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| Jealous of the sand hanging onto your hips
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| Let’s get out of town, I’m down if you’re down
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| Pack it on up, move it on out
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| Summertime’s a wastin
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| Girl, grab your things and lets fire up the truck
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| You got me dying to see what’s hiding underneath
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| That damned old cover-up
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| So let’s turn the key and hit the road
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| Get Buffet on the radio
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| Got a pocket full of cash
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| And a Ford full of gas
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| Pack it on up, move it on out
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| Baby, I know that you know what I’m talking about
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| Your hand in my hand, and a can in the other
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| Let’s jump on in
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| Baby give me another kiss on these lips
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| Jealous of the sand hanging onto your hips
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| Let’s get out of town, I’m down if you’re down
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| Pack it on up, move it on out
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| Shaking the sand right off of your hips
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| Kissing the sun right off of them lips
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| Shaking the sand right off of your hips
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| Kissing the sun…
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| Pack it on up, move it on out
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| Baby, I know that you know what I’m talking about
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| Your hand in my hand, and a can in the other
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| Let’s jump on in
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| Baby give me another… kiss on these lips
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| Jealous of the sand hanging onto your hips
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| Let’s get out of town, I’m down if you’re down
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| Pack it on up, move it on out
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| Girl, what you say?
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| Let’s move it on out
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| Pack it on up, and move it on out
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| Go pack it on up
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| And move it on out |