5 O’clock, punch out, you’d think we’d head on down to the Bright lights, city nights, chasin’ girls and drinkin’ up pints but we’re Packed up, headed south, to the beach, no doubt Kickin’ back, in the sun, three days of nothin’ but fun, but When we’re at out best, I mean really at our best It’s with an ice cold beer, a fold out chair, no work, no boss, no stress
Beachbillies workin’ on our tan, soakin’ up the sun and playin’ in the sand Not a care in the world except who’s that girl with the hot bod, good God Walkin’ hand in hand with her cute girlfriend… Where’s my wingman, hot damn, can I get an amen Everywhere we look a bunch of fine, fine Phillies Awww watch out girls we’re the… beachbillies
Bikini tops, tan lines, drivin’ guys, hog wild All day, catchin’ rays, sunscreen and cool, new shades so we Start a game of volleyball, boys n’ girls come one come all when the Sun sets, moon’s out, good times is what it’s all about ‘cause When it’s time to play, we mean really get some play We grab an old guitar, make a big bonfire and rock the night away n’ we are
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When it’s said n’ done, we’ll never be out-gunned We guarantee we’ll always be ambassadors of fun yeah we are Beachbillies… workin’ on our tan Beachbillies… playin’ in the sand Beachbillies… hot damn Beachbillies… Amen!
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