I’m so glad that you have “No shoes, no shirt…no problems.” It sounds delightful.
I, however, have all of the above. In spades. Perhaps you’d like to take some off my hands? I think I have your fair share.
Another problem: I do not have “sun and the sand and a drink in my hands, with no bottoooomm,” though I would like it very much. I have “wind and the cold and a migraine that’s bold, week that’s rotteeennnnnn,” and frankly, it’s a poor substitute.
There’s no need to brag, Mr. Chesney. Put it away.