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(Verse 1) I could act like a rebel, but thats just not my style,
Or may be good like an angel, but I know that would never fly,
Too much power brings too much pressure;
Too much money has too much stress
But what I have aint all that bad, compared to all the rest
(Chorus 1) I could be daring and dangerous,
Or I could live my life being proud and perilous
But most of the time youll find me just having fun
I could be really loud and obvious, or I could hide out and be mysterious
Some would say Im not serious enough,
But I tell you who cares what they say
Im too busy being barefoot in the sun
(Verse 2) I could be some rodeo rider but Im not the cowboy type
Or I could act like a superstar, but who needs all that hype
Some folks live in a fish bowl, and some are way out of hand
So Ill be happy in my scenic existence, with my feet buried in the sand.
(Chorus 1)
(Bridge)
Who needs all this aggravation, when life could be this good,
Who wants all those obligations, just to be misunderstood (Break)
Chorus 2
I could be dashing and debonair, or I could try rugged with savoir-faire,
But thats not who I have become
I could act all highbrow and intelligent,
or I might try charming and elegant,
And Ive heard some say Im not serious enough
But I tell you who cares what they say,
Im too busy Being Barefoot in the sun
I dont have time for all this fuss; Im too busy being barefoot in the sun
No Im not hurting anyone; Im too busy being barefoot in the sun
Come play with me we can be barefoot in the sun.
Words & music by Nick Granato
2005 Song Harbor Music/BMI