The Gulf Of Mexico (Teddy Gentry, Robert Byrne) I live to work and I work to live Oh, but what I wouldn't give For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach Where the sand dollar is the only currency () Why don't we go, to the Gulf of Mexico You and me by the sea Palm trees call me; that's the place I want to be Down where the southern breezes blow On the Gulf of Mexico Right at fi ve o'clock today I'll pick you up we'll drive away I can almost feel the sand beneath my toes I can almost see the sunburn on your nose (#2) Why don't we go, to the Gulf of Mexico You and me by the sea Palm trees call me; that's the place I want to be Down where the southern breezes blow On the Gulf of Mexico Vamoose; let's go, to the Gulf of Mexico You and me by the sea Palm trees call me; that's the place I want to be Down where the southern breezes blow On the Gulf of Mexico