[Verse:] I could act like a rebel, but that's 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 ain't 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 you'll find me just having fun
I could be really loud and obvious, or I could hide out and be mysterious
Some would say I'm not serious enough,
But I tell you who cares what they say
I'm too busy being barefoot in the sun
[Verse 2:] I could be some rodeo rider but I'm 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 I'll 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 that's not who I have become
I could act all highbrow and intelligent,
Or I might try charming and elegant,
And I've heard some say I'm not serious enough
But I tell you who cares what they say,
I'm too busy Being Barefoot in the sun
I don't have time for all this fuss; I'm too busy being barefoot in the sun
No I'm not hurting anyone; I'm 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