Driving down the interstate, running 30 minutes late, singing margaritaville and minding my own.
Some foreign car driving dude with a road rage attitude pulls up besides me talking on his cell phone.
He started yelling at me like I did something wrong, he flipped me the bird, then he was gone.

Some beach, somewhere. There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growing and warm breeze is blowing. I picture myself right there.
On some beach, somewhere.

I circle the parking lot trying to find a spot just big enough I can park my ol' truck. When a man with a big cigar getting into his car I stopped and I waited for him to back up. When from out of nowhere a Mercedes Benz came cruising up and whipped right in.

Some beach, somewhere. There's nowhere to go and you got all day to get there. There's cold margaritas and hot senoritas smiling with long dark hair.
On some beach, somewhere.

Sit in that waiting room seemed like all afternoon. The nurse finally said doc's ready for you, you're not going to feel a thing we'll give you some novacaine. That tooth will be fine in a minute or two. Well he stuck that needle down deep in my gum and he started drillin' before I was numb.

Some beach, somewhere. There's a beautiful sunset burning up the atmosphere. There's music and dancing and lovers romancing the salty evening air on some beach somewhere.

On some beach, somewhere.