Lyrics:

Dressing down on this record high
This suit and tie are choking me
All toasts were made, the band has played
Confetti's thrown, they've all gone home

Designated driver's passed out on the floor
I guess I'm staying over again
Walked out on the wharf, took off all that we wore
I guess you'd call us more than friends

Dressing down is the right way
It's a fine day to be next to you
No room for clouds, it's a full sky
Windows down for the long hot ride

Sand in my feet and my heart starts to beat
To the rhythm of the waves
Grab your guitar and we'll sing a few bars
To the fine girls across the way, hey, hey, hey

Dressing down on this record high
This suit and tie are choking me
All toasts were made, the band has played
Confetti's thrown, they've all gone home

Designated driver's passed out on the floor
I guess I'm staying over again
Walked out on the wharf, took off all that we wore
I guess you'd call us more than friends