On a patch of sand where the warm wind blows
Not a tv set, not a radio
Just an old guitar when the sun sinks low
Down at the lah de dah

When the stars come out, it's the place to be
If you're all alone needing company
It's a lovers' bar where the fun is free
Down at the lah de dah

Down at the lah de dah
There's a perfect margarita in a mason jar
At the end of the world in a sea of dreams
Where the ocean smiles and the seagulls scream
We all know just how lucky we are

Down at the lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Down at the lah de dah

When you're back at work at your 9 to 5
And it's pourin' rain on your mornin' drive
You'll remember when you were last alive
Down at the lah de dah

Down at the lah de dah
There's a perfect margarita in a mason jar
At the end of the world in a sea of dreams
Where the ocean smiles and the seagulls scream
We all know just how lucky we are

Down at the lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Down at the lah de dah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Down at the lah de dah

When the band strikes up and the sun is down
The pirate king buys another round
And the rumors fly mermaids are in town
Down at the lah de dah

Down at the lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah
Down at the lah de dah
Cha, cha, cha

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): Paul Brady, Ralph Murphy