Got to chill out in style
Like to be all by myself
In the shade, white suit
Later on by the pool
Looking good ah, be cool
She's on a blanket with a book
Happy hour at the bar
Thinking just might be a crime
Got to ease my troubled mind
But I'm tearing at the seams
I'd like to be somewhere else
Like to be down at the beach
When it comes to the crunch
It's too much I've got to stop
Before you can say Jack Robinson
We're up to the same tricks
Drinking cocktails getting our kicks
Hot dogs coffee black
Moving on down the line
I'm just a wild and crazy guy
Coca cola kicking back
And I'm jamming with some friends
Relaxing at the sugar shack
When it comes to the crunch
It's too much I've got to stop
All work and no play
Makes Jack a dull chap
No pain and no gain it's driving me insane
There's no craic double back
I'll be seeing you in my dreams
Moving on down the track
No pain no gain it's all going
