There´s a fifty-fifty chance
That the room ain´t ready
Odds are, the cooler´s too heavy,
To tote down to the beach all by myself

I´d be willing to bet,
By the end of the week
I´ll pass out in room 319
And to round up all my clothes
I might need a little help

But it´s a shore thing,
The sun will be shinning,
On my cold drink,
And I´ll be lying
On a miller light towel
Havin´ happy hour
All day long in the sand

We may never sleep
We may never leave
Raise too much hell
Never make bail
But in the morning it´ll be alright
Cause it´s a shore thing
We´re getting tore down tonight

I think it´s safe to say
I´ll make a few new friends
Take us out at a bar
Throw a beer on the band
Toss down head into a parking lot road

And I wouldn´t be surprised
If my ex shows up
Huggin´ all over some dude in his truck
I guess down here
That´s the way things go
But I´ll be fine
Cause all I know

It´s a shore thing,
The sun will be shinning,
On my cold drink,
And I´ll be lying
On a miller light towel
Havin´ happy hour
All day long in the sand

We may never sleep
We may never leave
Raise too much hell
Never make bail
But in the morning it´ll be alright
Cause it´s a shore thing
We´re getting tore down tonight