Lyric What s The Deal?

The beer is ice cold
And it s sold
From a supermarket that keeps their prices down
This day is not pretentious or fake
Home town Sunday shining
And it takes a day like this to make me understand
That you can t beat the sweet feeling of sand
Between your toes, this is how it goes
Down with a beer in my hand

My best friend s to the left
She s closest to the esky
She passes me a Coopers
And she glistens in the sun
Baby made a good call to take me from the fish bowl
Looks all cool on videos but sometimes it s no fun

It s all very good at first
All the beer and cocaine
I m on the beach in the first verse
With my kid and no fame
And it just feels so very real to me
So I m asking myself
Baby, what s the deal?

I spent two years with the summer in my rear view
Now I m looking through my shades
I ve finally got a clear view
Of blue skies and wet sand
All of this, how could you
Want any more than this
Tell me how can this be true?

And it s like so hot
And I m not no matter what you say
Ain t gonna stray from this wicked spot
I ve frozen in Germany
And burnt up in Spain
Man, Amsterdam nearly fried my brain
So on the plane I had a day to think
About being here and sipping this drink
So I m playing with my kid
Hanging with my girl
Watching my belly turn pink

Asking myself
What s the deal?