And it's sold
 From a supermarket that keeps their prices down
 This day is not pretentious or fake
 Home town Sunday shining
 And it takes a day like this to make me understand
 That you can't beat the sweet feeling of sand
 Between your toes, this is how it goes
 Down with a beer in my hand

 My best friend's to the left
 She's closest to the esky 
 She passes me a Coopers 
 And she glistens in the sun
 Baby made a good call to take me from the fish bowl
 Looks all cool on videos but sometimes it's no fun

 It's all very good at first 
 All the beer and cocaine
 I'm on the beach in the first verse 
 With my kid and no fame
 And it just feels so very real to me
 So I'm asking myself 
 Baby, what's the deal?

 I spent two years with the summer in my rear view
 Now I'm looking through my shades
 I've finally got a clear view
 Of blue skies and wet sand
 All of this, how could you
 Want any more than this
 Tell me how can this be [bad word] 

 And it's like so hot 
 And I'm not no matter what you say 
 Ain't gonna stray from this wicked spot
 I've frozen in Germany
 And burnt up in Spain 
 Man, Amsterdam nearly fried my brain
 So on the plane I had a day to think 
 About being here and sipping this drink
 So I'm playing with my kid
 Hanging with my girl
 Watching my belly turn pink

 Asking myself 
 What's the deal?