Field Day

Here on the beach
I've got the sun, I've got the surf, I've got Mexican food
Here on the beach, I stay indoors all day
I don't get my feet wet, I've got nothing to do

I-I-I-I can't believe I was excited
I thought I'd found the perfect place for someone lazy as me
But now I'm lonely and I wish I had a friend I could visit sometime
Or might call on me

Here on the beach
My mind goes blank and all my money's gone
(What’d I spend it all on?)
Here on the beach
The urge to get fucked up becomes overwhelming
(I guess I'll go back to sleep)

I should be writing songs
Powerful songs that'll make us money and put us on the charts
But I'm just so bored and I don't really care
About people or money or problems or
Anything at all
Except for going home
Anything at all
Except for when I'm out of here

Next time let's shake it inside out
Next time let's shake it inside out
Next time let's shake it inside out
Next time let's shake it inside out
Yeah!

I should be writing songs
Powerful songs that'll make us money and put us on the charts
But I'm just so bored and I don't really care
About people or money or problems or
Anything at all
Except for going home
Anything at all
Except for when I'm out of here

Pay no rent
Rest in peace
I'm back home tomorrow
This could be my last chance
To pass it by
Sleeping late
Sleep alone
Back to work tomorrow
This could be my last chance
And I'll pass it by

Next time let's shake it inside out
Next time let’s shake it inside out