Alarm clock, ding-dong,
Pants up, boots on,
Blue collar breakfast,
Hard hat, fork lift,
Dragging through a swing shift,
Stackin' up the boxes,
Watchin' that clock, tick-tock tick-tock...
You know that restaurant on highway one
With the key lime pie, that song, the sand, and the sun
Where we ran in our bare feet
Built a castle on the beach
Just the wind, the rocks, the waves, and you and me
You’ve got the bullets
I’ve got the gun.
I’ve got a hankering for getting into something
I hit the bottle, you hit the gas,
I heard your 65 can really haul some a**.
I’m feeling frisky, you're feeling good
I guess the whiskey is doing what it should
I got the cigarettes
You’ve got a lighter
And when the sun goes down we’ll start a little fire