 (with Kenny Chesney)
by Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally and Alan G. Anderson
(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,
Jumpin' off the deep end,
With just enough money to buy
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 little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A 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
Sailors and cruisers
We're all qualified, for a license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, an songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill
(Jimmy and Kenny) A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
(Kenny) Trouble turns funny, and songs get sung
(Jimmy) A one note samba lasts all night long
Leave me alone I've got a license,
(Jimmy & Kenny) A license to chill
A license to chill
(Jimmy spoken) Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
Hey JL, where's that barbecue 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 Dr Phil
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