Intro () Got my suntan oil, and a rebel flag Stuck a Florida road map in my saddle () bag I think Panam() City, would be a good place to start On this little vacation, to loosen up my () heart Orange Bloss() trail, over into Orlando I heard some wild tales about the women there, standin' out on the () road And when you leave () there, on a midnight ride Take the highway down to that famous ()side () dance All the girls got that () centerfold pose And they all got a () tan And if they're lookin' for love It's like a risin' () tide And it will swallow you () up Like sand to the () hubs Daytona () nights Now the Boothill Sal(E)oon and the Last Resort That's a few of the sights, ya need to be lookin' () for Hawaiian Trop(A)ic () women, they got the best buns of all I love the way they sway when they walk up and say "Hey, and how are () ya'll" So we swam () day, and we played all night And I never wanna leave this free as a () breeze Daytona () life Never... () dance All the girls got that () centerfold pose And they all got a () tan And if they're lookin' for love It's like a risin' () tide And it will swallow you () up Like sand to the () hubs Daytona () nights Yes, if they're lookin' for love It's like a stormy () tide And it will swallow you () up Like sand to the () hubs Daytona () nights Stuck in those Daytona nights () Here comes the tide...