Man, the lyrics to Alan Jackson’s ‘It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere’ are relatable.

Hear me out! The sun IS hot and that old clock IS movin' slow. The workday IS passing like molasses in wintertime. And, naturally, I’m wondering what Jimmy Buffet would do.

Answer: he would pour himself something tall and strong — something like Paradise Mojo Painkiller. Crafted with all the fixins of the real cocktails, as I sip it, I feel like I should be on a beach somewhere with my toes in the sand.