Lyrics
Confetti s thrown, confetti s thrown
sand in my feet and my heart starts to beat
dressing down on this record high
Sand in my feet and my heart starts to beat, the band has played, dressing down on this record high
To the rhythm of the waves, windows down for the long hot ride
Dressing down is the right way, it s a fine day to be next to you
Took off all that we wore, walked out on the wharf
All toasts were made, it s a full sky
No room for clouds, i guess i m staying over again, no room for clouds
To the rhythm of the waves, this suit and tie are choking me
this suit and tie are choking me
This suit and tie are choking me, grab your guitar and we ll sing a few bars
This suit and tie are choking me, i guess you d call us more than friends, took off all that we wore
This suit and tie are choking me, windows down for the long hot ride Dressing, i guess i m staying over again
it s a fine day to be next to you
To the rhythm of the waves, i guess i m staying over again, they ve all gone home
Confetti s thrown, this suit and tie are choking me
to the fine girls across the way
To the fine girls across the way, designated driver s passed out on the floor
all toasts were made
took off all that we wore
Took off all that we wore, it s a fine day to be next to you
They ve all gone home, took off all that we wore
Walked out on the wharf, walked out on the wharf, confetti s thrown
They ve all gone home, confetti s thrown Down, it s a fine day to be next to you
I guess you d call us more than friends, took off all that we wore
Walked out on the wharf, i guess you d call us more than friends Heavy, they ve all gone home
I guess i m staying over again, grab your guitar and we ll sing a few bars
dressing down is the right way
The band has played, dressing down is the right way
this suit and tie are choking me
All toasts were made, dressing down is the right way
I guess you d call us more than friends, this suit and tie are choking me Blinkers, windows down for the long hot ride
They ve all gone home, dressing down on this record high, walked out on the wharf
The band has played, the band has played
I guess you d call us more than friends, i guess i m staying over again
This suit and tie are choking me, all toasts were made
I guess you d call us more than friends, dressing down on this record high
Walked out on the wharf, this suit and tie are choking me, i guess you d call us more than friends
Confetti s thrown, confetti s thrown
This suit and tie are choking me, walked out on the wharf, confetti s thrown
i guess i m staying over again