Lyrics:

George Jones & Jimmy Buffett

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

Pour me something 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.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
And half the night
Tomorrow morning 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
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phones for me you can tell them
I just sailed away.

Pour me something 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.

--- Instrumental ---

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

(enter Jimmy Buffett)

''Funny you should ask, Alan.''

''I'd say.''

Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care

Pour me something 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

--- Instrumental with ad libs. below ---

What time zone am I on?
What country am I in?
It don'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 my way back
Okay, we just want to 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 to crank it up
Let's get out of here
I'm gone...