Flip-Flops and Popping Tops

I'm flipping flops and popping tops. I may be old but I'll never stop.

Life out here can get off track, so crack a beer and kick

it back. Flip-flops and pop tops, that's my kind of day.

A cool breeze and some palm trees takes my blues away.

A cooler full of dreams and a radio loud, give me sunbeams and hold the

clouds. We party nonstop, wearing flip-flops and popping tops. Here comes the

sound of flipping and flopping. Cracking beers, the party's not

stopping. All dang year, we just keep on popping. Yeah,