I Got A Beach In My Backyard

Intro verse 1 Lookin’ out my backdoor I can almost see the ocean. It’s only about a thousand miles south of here. When I close my eyes, I can smell suntan lotion. Wish I could afford to, go back this year. Pre-Chorus But I know a place where we can all go. Where that loud flowered shirt would be apropos. So put on your flip-flops, your favorite funny hat. Escape with me to my paradise outback Chorus I’ve gotta beach in my backyard, Plastic palm tree and a tiki bar. Neon sign that flashes “Landshark Beer” Here in my pseudo-beach atmosphere. Pre-Chorus have a far north latitude, But a Margaritaville attitude. Chorus Yeah, I gotta beach in my backyard. Don’t cost much money, don’t have to go far. Gotta basketful of coozies for all my friends who come. verse 2 BYOB, but not your, troubles here. TropRock music, sounds of a gentle steel drum. Then form a conga line, don’t forget your beer. Wahines in grass skirts, leis and coconut bras. Sam’s ukulele hangin’ on the wall. Phony portholes, hoist the skull and bones. No boat, no dock, no trouble at my inland home. Chorus I gotta beach in my backyard, Right here in my backyard Old Buffett tunes, the sound of a blender. Guess you could call me a beach bum pretender. Pre-Chorus have a far North latitude. A Margaritaville attitude. Chorus Yeah, I gotta beach in my backyard. Don’t need much money, don’t have to go far. Yeah, I gotta beach in my backyard. Plastic palm trees and a Tiki bar. I gotta beach in my backyard. Plastic palm trees and a Tiki bar. Pre-Chorus The Parrot life is flowing. Theres shrimp on the barbie. I plugged in my guitar, so let’s start the party. Chorus I gotta beach in my backyard. Una cerveza aqui porforvore. I gotta beach in my backyard. Plastic palm trees and a Tiki bar. I gotta beach!