I'm in the kitchen making tacos, in my gym clothes
I don't need tequila I've got red wine and the radio
I could use a tan but I don't need a man to take me to Mexico
You're up in first class sipping champagne with your new thing
I'm on the highway count and white strips on a road trip
While you're in the sun with that new someone over in Mexico
I'm on my way to paradise
And I don't need a drink or a beach or a brand new guy
So while you're lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life
Final destination is a solo vacation
I like to countdown to the weekend like to sleep in
Don't need the finer things I'm fine with breaking even
I've got a private room and I don't need Cancun
So while you're in Mexico
I'm on my way to paradise
And I don't need a drink or a beach or a brand new guy
So while you're lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life
Final Destination is a permanent vacation
Don't need a passport don't need a seashore
You can keep that pink umbrella in your cup
Best thing about this place I'm going is you won't be showing up
I'm on my way to paradise and I don't need a beach or a drink or a brand new guy
So while you're lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life
Final destination is a solo vacation, a solo vacation
Have fun in Mexico
I've gone and let you go
Have fun in Mexico, baby