The sun is hot   And that old clock is moving slow   And so am I      Work day passes like molasses   In winter time   But its July      Getting paid by the hour   And older by the minute   My boss has just pushed me over the limit   I'd like to call him something   I think I'll just call it a day      Chorus   Pour me something tall and strong   Make it a hurricane   Before I go insane   Its only half past twelve   But I don't care   It's five o' clock somewhere      Well this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon   And half the night   Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay   Hey, but that's alright      Ain't had a day off now   In over a year   My jamaican vacation   Is gonna start right here   If the phone's for me   You can tell them I've just sailed away      Chorus      I can pay off my tab   Pour myself in a cab   And be back to work before two   At a moment like this   I can't help buy wonder   What would Jimmy Buffet do?   Funny you should ask Alan      Chorus (x2)      What time zone am I on?   What country am I in?   It doesn't matter, its five o' clock somewhere   It's always on five in Margaritaville come to think of it   I heard that   You've been there, haven't you?   Yes sir   I've seen your boat there   I've been to Margaritaville a few times   Alright, well that's good   Stumbled on the way back   Ok, just want to make sure you can keep it between the navigational beacons   Between the buoys, I've got it   Alright, well, it's five o' clock, let's go somewhere   I'm ready, crank it up   Let's get out of here   I'm gone