Got nailed to the wall by seagate returns department, spent all week doing everyones 
but my own, my credit card is giving me nightmares, my closest lady friend is 300 miles away, I don't have any plane tickets left and I am in the midwest....
The good news is that now I'm going to blast the a/c, shut the phone OFF, drink alot of vodka/coke and make some money from my easy chair. With loud music playing. Might even play some internet poker.
Barmaid, bring me a waitress!!!
[youtube]MDFTrA84NiI[/youtube]
He was three years out of college,
A damned good engineer.
Worked hard all day, then he partied away.
Things were happy on the old frontier.
Had a plan for taking life easy,
Avoiding the kids and a wife.
He drove all the women crazy.
These were the three best years of his life.
Then the corporate boys they called him
And said we’ve got a job to do.
Got this problem up in North Dakota
And we need a man just like you.
But the sound of the planes and the freezing rain
Hit him like a fatal disease.
Put a beer to his mouth, took 95-South
And he headed for the Keys.
CHORUS:
And it’s just the sweetest life he’s ever tasted,
A little laid back and key wasted.
He’s got his toes in the sand, he’s a tropical man
He’s happy as hell and it shows.
He’s just living in a drunken stupor,
Making some money on that old square grouper.
Never had any doubt and if it doesn’t work out,
Well, that’s just the way it goes.
Got a job making margaritas
In a little bar by the pier,
Till he finally made some connections
With some big-time buccaneers.
Now he spends some time in Cartagena
Making plans for the haul.
Might be dealing with bums, might be dangerous to some
But the old boy is having a ball.
REPEAT CHORUS
Now his friends all worry about him;
They think he’s throwing his future away.
It’s kind of hard being upwardly mobile
When you’re laying in the sun all day.
So they call him up to convince him
And tell him what it’s all about.
But on the phone he can never stop laughing,
He’s got the whole damned thing figured out.
http://adceo.com/laidback.mp3
but my own, my credit card is giving me nightmares, my closest lady friend is 300 miles away, I don't have any plane tickets left and I am in the midwest.... The good news is that now I'm going to blast the a/c, shut the phone OFF, drink alot of vodka/coke and make some money from my easy chair. With loud music playing. Might even play some internet poker.
Barmaid, bring me a waitress!!!
[youtube]MDFTrA84NiI[/youtube]
He was three years out of college,
A damned good engineer.
Worked hard all day, then he partied away.
Things were happy on the old frontier.
Had a plan for taking life easy,
Avoiding the kids and a wife.
He drove all the women crazy.
These were the three best years of his life.
Then the corporate boys they called him
And said we’ve got a job to do.
Got this problem up in North Dakota
And we need a man just like you.
But the sound of the planes and the freezing rain
Hit him like a fatal disease.
Put a beer to his mouth, took 95-South
And he headed for the Keys.
CHORUS:
And it’s just the sweetest life he’s ever tasted,
A little laid back and key wasted.
He’s got his toes in the sand, he’s a tropical man
He’s happy as hell and it shows.
He’s just living in a drunken stupor,
Making some money on that old square grouper.
Never had any doubt and if it doesn’t work out,
Well, that’s just the way it goes.
Got a job making margaritas
In a little bar by the pier,
Till he finally made some connections
With some big-time buccaneers.
Now he spends some time in Cartagena
Making plans for the haul.
Might be dealing with bums, might be dangerous to some
But the old boy is having a ball.
REPEAT CHORUS
Now his friends all worry about him;
They think he’s throwing his future away.
It’s kind of hard being upwardly mobile
When you’re laying in the sun all day.
So they call him up to convince him
And tell him what it’s all about.
But on the phone he can never stop laughing,
He’s got the whole damned thing figured out.
http://adceo.com/laidback.mp3
