I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week,
Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet.
Been dreamin' of gettin' away since I don't know.
Ain't no better time than now for Mexico.

No shoes, no shirt, an' no problems.
Blues? What blues? Hey, I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand,
With no bottom.
An' no shoes, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems.

Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea,
Wanna look through my shades and see you there with me.
Wanna soak up life for a while in laid-back mode.
No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code.

No shoes, no shirt, an' no problems.
Blues? What blues? Hey, I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand,
With no bottom.
No shoes, no shirt, and no problems!

Babe let's get packed: tank-tops and flip flops,
If you got 'em.
No shoes, no shirt, an' no problems.
No problems.