My little beach fire is burnin' and the night is fallin' in
I got smoke in my lungs, sunburn on my skin
Tired enough to get crazy, crazy
Dig a little deeper into the warming sand
Constellations above, cerveza in hand
Thirsty enough to get crazy
And so I lift up a toast to the California coast
Where the baddest and the best get crazy
Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums
And the working men want to get lazy
Shirt off my back, sun on my skin
Fed up enough to
Crack open a fresh one, but the law is coming near
So we bury up the fire, stuff my backpack with beer
O you got to break the rules if you want to break free
I got the rangers and the rat race chasing after me
But what without friends would the situation be
When the going gets rough at least the chillin's easy
So I lift up a toast to the California coast
Where the baddest and the best get crazy
Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums
And the working men want to get lazy
Shirt off my back, sun on my skin
They got no time to get lazy
So I mapped out the coast line, searching every hiding place
And I found a vacancy here in this open sea cave
My little beach fire is burnin' and the night is falling in
I got smoke in my lungs and hot sunburn on my skin
So I lift up a toast to the California coast
Where the baddest and the best get crazy
Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums
And the working men want to get lazy
Yeah I lift another toast to the California coast
Where the surfers and the stoners get crazy
Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums
And the working men want to get lazy
Shirt off my back, sun on my skin
They got no time to get lazy
All the chicas get their freak on on the outside of town
There's a little ex pat bar where they pump up the reggae sound
Pump!
If I was in your hometown
It would be packed every morning, every evening, and every night
Pump!
If I was in your hometown
I would be walkin' that direction, I'd be playing my acoustic guitar
Pump!
Best we listen up and listen up and take my advice
The livin's so easy livin' by the sea side
And I know you know I ain't got to lie
Cuz I know you know you won't take my advice
And so I lift another toast to the California coast
Where the baddest and the best get crazy
Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums
And the working men want to get lazy
Yeah I lift another toast to the California coast
Where the surfers and the stoners get lazy
Every morning the commute is an easy thing to do
Beach bound down PCH
I got my board in the back, sun on my skin
I got no time to get paid
Yeah