They say you reach a point in your life when you take a little break Everything is cool, all your debts are paid I came sliding into fifty, thought I was safe But they counted me out, said you missed third base So I took a little trip down by the ocean, put it all on the shelf The beach life – you can find yourself You got good intentions of getting in shape But it’s kinda like the postcards you never send And there’s a sense of freedom, but it rolls out on the waves And Jonathan still rules the wind There is something in the air that you never seem to grasp The beach life – it’s a gas The kids go about their business, castles in the sand And the parasail boy he waits for clearance And on down the beach the student body was working on their tan They don’t want no outside interference And the credit cards flash in the sun, no one hunts the shade The beach life – you got it made Then it’s back tot he grind with your life on time You put away your cut off jeans, and Marguaritaville is just a dream.