Well I woke up, then we broke up
So I packed up the Chevy with a bunch of Bud Heavys
Call my bro’s up, said we broke up
So we hit the old 30A coast up
I’m talking hammered Alabama Slammer
Might meet a new girl, get her number
Maybe that’ll get me out from under
This goodbye crowd
Drinking doubles in a solo cup
Lounge chair out here in the sun
Coasters on these hazy eyes
Tipsy girls yelling “Roll Tide”
{?} and some Jimmy Buffett
Sandy beaches, bears and buckets
They go together like Coke and rum
Breaking up and getting drunk
Well I’m beaching but she can’t beach in
At this good old boy no more
It ought to be when and if they would keep the score
On a good time, later {?}
Drinking doubles in a solo cup
Lounge chair out here in the sun
Coasters on these hazy eyes
Tipsy girls yelling “Roll Tide”
{?} and some Jimmy Buffett
Sandy beaches, bears and buckets
They go together like Coke and rum
Breaking up and getting drunk
Oh pour one, pour two, pour me, pour four
Pour eight, pour nine, pour me one more
Drinking doubles in a solo cup
Lounge chair out here in the sun
Coasters on these hazy eyes
Tipsy girls yelling “Roll Tide”
{?} and some Jimmy Buffett
Sandy beaches, bears and buckets
They go together like Coke and rum
Breaking up and getting drunk
Breaking up, breaking up, breaking up and getting drunk
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Noah Hicks Lyrics – Breaking Up & Getting Drunk