Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Buffett
Vocals
Kenny Chesney
Vocals
Doyle Grisham
Pedal Steel Guitar
Glenn Worf
Bass
Mac McAnally
Mandolin
Michael Klvana
Programming
Roger Guth
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Buffett
Songwriter
Mac McAnally
Songwriter
Al Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Utley
Producer
Mac McAnally
Producer
Alan Schulman
Mixing Engineer
Chris Stone
Mixing Engineer
Doug Breidenbach
Guitar Technician
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Marc Chevalier
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Rodney Gnoinsky
Recording Technician
Lyrics
Work, work, work
Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk
Just want to disappear
Wishin' I was somewhere other than here
Livin' for the weekend
Jump right off the deep end
With just enough money to buy
A license to chill and I believe I will
Let the rat race run roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny and songs get sung
With a little bit of money the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license, a license to chill
Girls, girls, girls
Ain't nothin' like them in the whole wide world
So damn smart and cute
And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit
Winners and losers
Sailors and cruisers
We're all qualified
For a license to chill and I believe I will
Let the rat race run roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny and songs get sung
With a little bit of money the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license, a license to chill
A license to chill and I believe I will
Let the rat race run roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny and songs get sung
A one note samba lasts all night long
Leave me alone I've got a license, a license to chill
A license to chill
{Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
Hey KL, where's that barbecue grill
Head on down to Margaritaville
Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill
Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
I guess, I better go turn on Dr Phil}
Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Alan Gordon Anderson, Mac Mccanally
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