My friend the communist
Holds meetings in his RV
I can№t afford his gas
So I№m stuck here watching TV
I don№t have digital
I don№t have diddly squat
It№s not having what you want
It№s wanting what you№ve got o
CHORUS:
I№m gonna soak up the sun
Gonna tell everyone
To lighten up (I№m gonna tell ’em that)
I№ve got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I№m looking up o I№m gonna soak up the sun
I№m gonna soak up the sun
I№ve got a crummy job
It don№t pay near enough
To buy the things it takes
To win me some of your love
Every time I turn around
I№m looking up, you№re looking down
Maybe something№s wrong with you
That makes you act the way you do
CHORUS
I№m gonna soak up the sun
While it№s still free
I№m gonna soak up the sun
Before it goes out on me
Don№t have no master suite
I№m still the king of me
You have a fancy ride, but baby
I№m the one who has the key