[Verse 1]
I'm wearing jeans at the beach
See me struttin' to the beat
Got the sand between my toes
And the jeans up on my knees

You say that jeans and beach
Don't mix like that
Lord, I don't know what I'm doing
I'm just somebody's dad

Is there a place in this world
For a man like me
Who wears jeans at the beach
And a long-sleeve dress shirt

A denim outlaw
Wearing jeans on the run
At the beach with jeans
Dressed for a family photo of one

[Verse 2]
These jeans so clean
It's a prospector's dream
At the seaweed scene
Straight out of L.L. Bean
All the teens convene
To get a glimpse of the seams
Saying "What is that extra pocket for?"
I'll tell ya: It's for pocket watches!
Pocket watches!

That funny little thing
Up on front of your seams
Pocket watches! Pocket watches!
Did I mention I am wearing jeans at the beach?
Oh, come on!