The Good Life

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    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 comin',
    I spend my forty-hour week beach-bummin':
    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 borin',
    I might even do a little surf-boardin',
    Catch a ride, if I can, with the parachute man,
    An' go soarin'.

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    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.

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    Composition: Jason Sellers, Michael Dulaney, and Steven Dale Jones

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