The sun is hot and that old clock
Is movin′ slow, and so am I
Work day passes like molasses
In winter time, but it's July
Getting paid by the hour
And older by the minute
My boss just pushed me
Over the limit
I could call him something,
Think I′ll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care
It′s five o′clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take
All afternoon, half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that′s all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation′s gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can just tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong. Make it a big boy drink i don′t wanna think
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care
It′s five o′clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane
It′s only half past twelve, but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane
It′s only half past twelve. But I don't care, no i don′t care
It's five o'clock somewhere
Writer(s): Donald Edmond Rollins, Jim Brown
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