Lyrics:
(Jimmy Buffett)

Work, work, work
Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk
Just want to disappear
Wishin’ I was somewhere other than here
Livin’ for the weekend
Jump right off the deep end
With just enough money to buy

Chorus:

A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run
Roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny and songs get sung
With a little bit of money the night’s still young
Leave me alone I’ve got a license
License to chill

(Kenny Chesney)

Girls, girls, girls
Ain’t nothin’ like them in the whole wide world
So damn smart and cute
And it’s amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit
Winners and losers (losers)
Sailors and cruisers (cruisers)
We’re all qualified

Chorus:

For a license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run
Roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
A little bit of money, the nights still young
Leave me alone I’ve got a license
A license to chill

Bridge

(Jimmy and Kenny)

A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run
Roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny and songs get sung
A one note samba lasts all night long
Leave me alone I ’ve got a license
License to chill
License to chill

(Jimmy spoken)

Ramos, go rent me a coupe deville!
Hey JL, where’s that bar-be-que grill?
Head on down to Margaritaville.
Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill.
Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill.
I guess I better go turn on Doctor Phil.