Livin' Life in Flip Flops
I'm not gonna miss the pressure, deadlines and stress.I won't miss all the quotas, budgets and duress.
Meetings with the stuffed shirts and their old pie charts
Late night conference calls with all the corporate farts.
I never thought I'd get there, it seemed so out or reach.
I'm trading in my cubicle for a grass shack on the beach.
Time for relaxation, time to have some fun
Laid back in my hammock sippin' on some rum.
Live my life in flip flops, dispose of my neckties
Listen to the steel drums, bring me more mai tais.
Some fishin' and some swimmin' is the order of the day.
Surfin' when the tide's in if the sharks aren't in the way.
Night life on the island, never seems to end.
Won't you come and join me? We'll have a blast, my friend.
Dancin' beneath the starfilled sky, barefoot in the sand.
Movin' to the rhythm of a local steel drum band.
Time for relaxation, time to have some fun.
Snuggled with you baby, in the hammock in the sun.
Livin' life in flip flops, never have a care.
This truly would be paradise, if you join me there.
Let's pack up all our troubles, ship them all away.
Find a happy paradise on a tropic bay.
Spend our forever surrounded by palm trees.
Happy everafter in the warm tropical breeze.
Dance with me forever in the clean white sand.
You and me forever, together, hand in hand.
Such relaxation, we'll really have it made.
Cuddling in the hammock, swingin' in the shade.
A life of smiles and laughter, we'll have so much fun.
Let's take off for the islands, come on and join me hun.
Poetry by Bob Simpson
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Written on 2009-09-30 at 02:12
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