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Jimmy Buffett

License To Chill

 

License To Chill

(album: License To Chill - 2004)


[Jimmy Buffett:]
Work, work, work
Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk.
I just want to disappear
Wishing I was somewhere other than here.

Living for the weekend,
Jumping off the deep end,
With just enough money to buy
A license to chill
And I believe I will

Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

[Kenny Chesney:]
Girls, girls, girls
Ain't nothing like them in the whole wide world.
So damn smart and cute,
And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit.
Winners and losers
Sailors and cruisers
We're all qualified, for a license to chill
And I believe I will

Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

[Jimmy And Kenny:]
License to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
One good song will last all night long
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

A license to chill

[Jimmy spoken:]
Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
Hey KL, where's that barbecue grill
Head on down to Margaritaville
Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill
Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
I guess I better go turn on Dr Phil

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