Move It On Out - Scotty McCreery

Been grittin' and grinding this nine to five

And I think I done had enough

All of these boring coffee pot pouring mornings are getting tough

Well it’s quittin' time and man alive

Pop a top and hold 'em high

Saturday is on its way

So find a beach, find a lake

Pack it on up, move it on out

Baby, I know that you know what I’m talking about

Your hand in my hand, and a can in the other

Let’s jump on in

Baby give me another kiss on these lips

Jealous of the sand hanging onto your hips

Let’s get out of town, I’m down if you’re down

Pack it on up, move it on out

Summertime’s a wastin

Girl, grab your things and lets fire up the truck

You got me dying to see what’s hiding underneath

That damned old cover-up

So let’s turn the key and hit the road

Get Buffet on the radio

Got a pocket full of cash

And a Ford full of gas

Pack it on up, move it on out

Baby, I know that you know what I’m talking about

Your hand in my hand, and a can in the other

Let’s jump on in

Baby give me another kiss on these lips

Jealous of the sand hanging onto your hips

Let’s get out of town, I’m down if you’re down

Pack it on up, move it on out

Shaking the sand right off of your hips

Kissing the sun right off of them lips

Shaking the sand right off of your hips

Kissing the sun…

Pack it on up, move it on out

Baby, I know that you know what I’m talking about

Your hand in my hand, and a can in the other

Let’s jump on in

Baby give me another… kiss on these lips

Jealous of the sand hanging onto your hips

Let’s get out of town, I’m down if you’re down

Pack it on up, move it on out

Girl, what you say?

Let’s move it on out

Pack it on up, and move it on out

Go pack it on up

And move it on out