The Good Life Songtext
von Hot Apple Pie

Well, there′s a two o'clock flight down to Key West,
I could catch it if I leave now, I bet.
Where the steel drums sound while sun sinks down in the water.
I got five vacation days comin′,
I spend my forty-hour week beach-bummin'...
I won't pack a lot of clothes ′cause where I′m gonna go, it don't matter.

I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
Dance with a girl I′ll never see again,
An' get tattooed.
Catch some fish, catch a bus,
Bend some rules just because I want to.
I′m gonna open wide, take a ride,
An' taste the good life.


Aw, paradise never gets borin′,
I might even do a little surf-boardin',
Catch a ride, if I can, with the parachute man,
An' go soarin′.

I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
Dance with a girl I′ll never see again,
An' get tattooed.
Catch some fish, catch a bus,
Bend some rules just because I want to.
I′m gonna open wide, take a ride,
An' taste the good life.
(Ah ooh.)

I wanna ride the waves, tan my skin,
Dance with a girl I′ll never see again,
An' get tattooed.
Catch some fish, catch a bus,
Bend some rules just because I want to.
I′m gonna open wide, take a ride,
An' taste the good life.


I'm gonna open wide, take a ride,
An′ taste the good life.