The numbers are crunched, the message is clear

We'll be takin' another stay-cation this year

I'll tell ya, Darlin', I'm sick of pretending

Our backyard's an island while we're rum punch cleansing

Our jobs from our minds and stress from our bones

So here's a thought to get us outta this hole

Let's make like Bonnie and Clyde

Rob a bank or two now and then

Head down to Cabo get lost in a bottle

Til we're caught, tried and condemned

They'd think you were crazy to follow my lead

We'd get our just rewards

You'd look cute in a psych ward suit

But I wouldn't look GOOD IN ORANGE

Plastic flamingos, an inflatable pool

A pallet tiki bar with beer keg stools

Was good enough for the last five summers

But neither one of us is getting younger

It's time to stop dreaming, seize the day

With a big withdrawl for our get away

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One day they'll cuff us on some tropical beach

But we'll be thinking...the juice was well worth the squeeze

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That's sweet of you to say, darliin', thanks for the support

Maybe you're right, I'd look GOOD IN ORANGE

Dewey Longuski (BMI)

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