It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere Songtext
von Alan Jackson

The sun is hot, and that old clock is movin′ slow
And so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I′m gettin' paid by the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin′
I think I′ll just call it a day

Pour me somethin' tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It′s only half-past twelve, but I don't care
It′s five o'clock somewhere

Well, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
And half the night
Tomorrow mornin′, I know there'll be hell to pay
Hey, but that's alright
I ain′t had a day off now in over a year
Our Jamaican vacation′s gonna start right here
Hit the phones for me, you can tell 'em I just sailed away


And pour me somethin′ tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It's only half-past twelve, but I don′t care
It's five o′clock somewhere

I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do?

Funny you should ask, Alan
I'd say, "Pour me somethin′ tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It′s only half-past twelve, but I don't care"

Pour me somethin′ tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It's only half-past twelve, but I don′t care
(He don't care) and I don′t care
It's five o'clock somewhere

What time zone am I on? What country am I in?
It doesn′t matter, it′s five o'clock somewhere
It′s always on five in Margaritaville, come to think of it
I heard that
You've been there, haven′t you?
Yes, sir


I've seen your boat there
I′ve been to Margaritaville a few times
Alright, well, that's good
Stumbled on my way back
Okay, just wanna make sure you can keep it between the navigational beacons
Between the buoys, I got it
Alright, well, it's five o′clock, let′s go somewhere
I'm ready, crank it up
Let′s get outta here
I'm gone