Breaking Up & Getting Drunk

Well, I woke up, then we broke up So I packed up the Chevy with a bunch of Bud Heavies Call my bro's up, said we broke up So we hit the old 30 A coast up I'm talking hammered, Alabama slammered Might meet a new girl, get her number Maybe that'll get me out from under This goodbye cloud Drinking doubles in a solo cup Lawn chair out here in the sun Costas on these hazy eyes Tipsy girls yelling, "Roll Tide" Bluetooth and some Jimmy Buffett Sandy beaches, beers and buckets They go together like Coke and rum Breaking up and getting drunk Ba dum ba dum bum Ba dum ba dum bum Well, I'm beachin' but she ain't beachin' At this good old boy no more (hell nah) And I'd be winning if they were keeping score On a good time leaderboard Drinking doubles in a solo cup Lawn chair out here in the sun Costas on these hazy eyes Tipsy girls yelling, "Roll Tide" Bluetooth and some Jimmy Buffett Sandy beaches, beers and buckets They go together like Coke and rum Breaking up and getting drunk (Ah, gettin' little messed up down in the sand) Pour one, pour two, poor me, pour four Pour eight, pour nine, pour me one more Drinking doubles in a solo cup Lawn chair out here in the sun Costas on these hazy eyes Tipsy girls yelling, "Roll Tide" Bluetooth and some Jimmy Buffett Sandy beaches, beers and buckets They go together like Coke and rum Breaking up and getting drunk Breaking up, breaking up, breaking up and getting drunk