Lyrics

Flip-flops by the fence
Cooler full of ice
You showed up with the buns
And I brought the good advice

Salt on your shoulders
Smoke in your hair
Somebody turned the radio up
And everybody's there

Heat on the pavement
A laugh in the air
We don't need much
When you're right here

Beach day, barbecue
(Beach day, barbecue)
Laughing with my favorite crew
(My favorite crew)
Paper plates, cold drinks
Sunset in our eyes
Beach day, barbecue
That's the whole good life

Jerk chicken on the lid
Corn charred gold
Your uncle told the same story
But it never gets old

Kids run to the water
Dogs chase the ball
We're passing that jar around
And passing the days at all

Smoke in the breeze
Sand on our feet
The whole wide world
Fits on one street

Beach day, barbecue
(Beach day, barbecue)
Laughing with my favorite crew
(My favorite crew)
Paper plates, cold drinks
Sunset in our eyes
Beach day, barbecue
That's the whole good life

When the moon comes slow
And the fire runs low
We all sing off-key
And nobody says go
One more plate, one more wave
One more story to save
One more "stay"
Before we fade

Beach day, barbecue
(Beach day, barbecue)
Laughing with my favorite crew
(My favorite crew)
Paper plates, cold drinks
Sunset in our eyes
Beach day, barbecue
That's the whole good life

Flip-flops by the fence
Salt on our skin
Call me next weekend
Let's do it again