Wheeland brothers - Toast to the coast lyrics

My little beach fire is burnin' and the night is fallin' in I got smoke in my lungs, sunburn on my skin Tired enough to get crazy, crazy Dig a little deeper into the warming sand Constellations above, cerveza in hand Thirsty enough to get crazy And so I lift up a toast to the California coast Where the baddest and the best get crazy Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums And the working men want to get lazy Shirt off my back, sun on my skin Fed up enough to Crack open a fresh one, but the law is coming near So we bury up the fire, stuff my backpack with beer O you got to break the rules if you want to break free I got the rangers and the rat race chasing after me But what without friends would the situation be When the going gets rough at least the chillin's easy So I lift up a toast to the California coast Where the baddest and the best get crazy Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums And the working men want to get lazy Shirt off my back, sun on my skin They got no time to get lazy So I mapped out the coast line, searching every hiding place And I found a vacancy here in this open sea cave My little beach fire is burnin' and the night is falling in I got smoke in my lungs and hot sunburn on my skin So I lift up a toast to the California coast Where the baddest and the best get crazy Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums And the working men want to get lazy Yeah I lift another toast to the California coast Where the surfers and the stoners get crazy Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums And the working men want to get lazy Shirt off my back, sun on my skin They got no time to get lazy All the chicas get their freak on on the outside of town There's a little ex pat bar where they pump up the reggae sound Pump! If I was in your hometown It would be packed every morning, every evening, and every night Pump! If I was in your hometown I would be walkin' that direction, I'd be playing my acoustic guitar Pump! Best we listen up and listen up and take my advice The livin's so easy livin' by the sea side And I know you know I ain't got to lie Cuz I know you know you won't take my advice And so I lift another toast to the California coast Where the baddest and the best get crazy Where the people listen up all the beaches and the bums And the working men want to get lazy Yeah I lift another toast to the California coast Where the surfers and the stoners get lazy Every morning the commute is an easy thing to do Beach bound down Pch I got my board in the back, sun on my skin I got no time to get paid Yeah