[intro]
[spoken] Whooo! Nah nah nah nah nah, yeah!
Ac'mon, sugar! Oh, ac'mon, yeah! A-c'a'cmon, yeah!
[singing]
Well I'm overworked, and I'm underpaid,
An' it's overcast, gloomy and gray.
The days are gettin' shorter,
The nights are gettin' colder,
Summertime is gone, but that don't mean it's over.
[chorus]
I got a dimestore cooler made of styrofoam,
An' it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas,
I pointed my truck towards Pensacola,
But before I go I had to phone ya and say
"Hey sugar, shotgun's where I want ya,
With not much more than your sunscreen on ya,
There's a sweet little piece of beach
With our name on it, so doggone it,
Why wait for summer? Why wait for summer to show up?
Why wait when somewhere down there,
Summer is waitin' on us?"
Let's bust a move south, towards that equator,
And get the heck out of this refrigerator.
Let's follow that heat to a summer wonderland,
We're gonna make snow angels in the soft, white sand...
[chorus]
I got a [dimestore?] cooler made of styrofoam,
An' it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas,
I pointed my truck towards Pensacola,
But before I go I had to phone ya and say
"Hey sugar, shotgun's where I want ya,
With not much more than your sunscreen on ya.
There's a sweet little piece of beach
With our name on it, so doggone it,
Why wait for summer? Why wait for summer to show up?
Why wait when somewhere down there,
Summer is waitin' on us?"
Summer is waitin' on us!
[chorus]
I got a [dimestore?] cooler made of styrofoam,
An' it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas,
I pointed my truck towards Pensacola,
But before I go I had to phone ya and say
"Hey sugar, shotgun's where I want ya,
With not much more than your sunscreen on ya.
There's a sweet little piece of beach
With our name on it, so doggone it,
Why wait for summer? Why wait for summer to show up?
Why wait when somewhere down there,
Summer is waitin' on us?"
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