Hey there Charlene, kick off your shoes,
Sixty looks better when you dance to the blues.
The sun's got nothing on your island glow,
So grab that rum — come on, let's go!
Hey Chucker, sun's up, the tide's rolling in,
Sixty trips 'round the sun, still wearing that grin.
From Saint Lucia nights to Negril's lazy waves,
You've colored my world in the sweetest shades.
Every morning you drift from that bedroom door,
I see my beautiful girl and I love you more.
You pour the coffee, I pour my heart,
We've danced these years on a sunlit chart.
So here's to you, my Barefoot Princess,
Barefoot dreams and Caribbean kisses,
From Soggy Dollar rum to Algarve sands,
I hold your laughter in these weathered hands.
To the moon and back, that's where we soar,
Happy birthday, Chucker — I love you more.
An animal lover with a heart so wide,
You gather strays and me by your side.
Palm trees bow when you pass them by,
Sea turtles smile under star-kissed sky.
We've chased sunsets and chased rum too,
In hammocks swinging with an ocean view.
Sixty candles light up this shore,
Sixty reasons to love you more.
So here's to you, my Barefoot Princess,
Barefoot dreams and Caribbean kisses,
From Soggy Dollar rum to Algarve sands,
I hold your laughter in these weathered hands.
To the moon and back, that's where we soar,
Happy birthday, Chucker — I love you more.
Cuban coffee fuelling our plan,
Maps in hand and toes in the sand.
You shine so bright as the sunsets bleed,
My Barefoot Princess is all I need.
Sailing through laughter, hand in hand,
Living wild where our dreams still stand.
Every mile a story to weave,
In our barefoot life, I still believe.
So here's to you, my Barefoot Princess,
Barefoot dreams and Caribbean kisses,
From Saint Lucia nights to Negril's shore,
Sixty trips 'round the sun and I love you more.
To the moon and back, that's our score,
Happy birthday, Chucker — I love you more.
My barefoot princess, I love you more,
To the moon and back, I love you more.
Happy birthday, my Barefoot Princess — I love you more.