It's 5 o'clock somewhere

The weather has been crazy these past few days, you would think it is the middle of July not the end of September. Days like this make me crave a nice cold adult beverage, anyone want to joing me?

Some of the woman going on "Getaway" with me were talking about Karoke night and if we were going to perform or not. I am the last person who should be singing in public, I can't carry a tune in a bucket. However, after a few adult beverages I have been know to belt out a verse or two of a popular drinking song.....



Nibblin' on sponge cake,watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.

Don't know the reason,Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,A Mexican cutie, how it got hereI haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.

I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top,
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault.