It's Five O'Clock Somewhere   Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet

The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Workday passes like molassas in wintertime
But it's July
Gettin' paid by the hour and older by a minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin'
But think I'll just call it a day

    Pour me somethin' 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

Well this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
And half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
Hey, but that's alright
Ain't had a day off now in over a year
My Jamaican vacation is gonna start right here
If the phones for me
You can tell 'em I've just sailed away

I could pay off my tab
Pour myself in a cab and be back to work before 2
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffet do?

Jimmy Buffet spoken:
Funny you should ask, Alan
I'd say   Chorus (with tag endings)