The Good Life

(альбом: Hot Apple Pie - 2005)

Well, there's a two o'clock flight down to Key West,
I could catch it if I leave now, I bet.
Where the steel drums sound while sun sinks down in the water.
I got five vacation days coming,
I spend my forty-hour week beach-bumming...
I won't pack a lot of clothes 'cause where I'm gonna go, it don't matter.

I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
Dance with a girl I'll never see again,
An' get tattooed.
Catch some fish, catch a bus,
Bend some rules just because I want to.
I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
An' taste the good life.

Aw, paradise never gets boring,
I might even do a little surf-boarding,
Catch a ride, if I can, with the parachute man,
An' go soaring.

I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
Dance with a girl I'll never see again,
An' get tattooed.
Catch some fish, catch a bus,
Bend some rules just because I want to.
I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
An' taste the good life.
(Ah ooh.)

I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
Dance with a girl I'll never see again,
An' get tattooed.
Catch some fish, catch a bus,
Bend some rules just because I want to.
I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
An' taste the good life.

I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
An' taste the good life.