You throw on your robe, then take a stroll.
You spot a horde of bikini-clad women by the pool that you must patrol.
Floating on your lilo. Chilled. Time to unwind.
“Goodbye inhibitions”, they’re long gone. Left Behind.
The number of cocktails you’ve consumed is tres aggressive
But we don’t consider non-stop partying for three months even the slightest bit excessive.
Every day is a vacay – Margarita Monday to No Undie Sundie.
Drink, dine, party – Tequila and barramundi.
You’re not chasing summer, it’s chasing you.
You’re living the high life. Just you and your crew.
There’s no better place on this earth you could be.
After all this is Motel Cools. I’m sure you agree.