[verse 1]
E Ab F# Ab

Well I'm overworked, and I'm underpaid,
E Ab F# Ab 

An' it's overcast, gloomy and gray.
E Ab 

The days are gettin' shorter,
F# Ab

The nights are gettin' colder,
E Ab F#

Summertime is gone, but that don't mean it's over. 

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E E

I got a dimestore cooler made of styrofoam ,
F# F#

An' it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas,
E E

I pointed my truck towards Pensacola,
F# F#

But before I go I had to phone ya and say
E E 

"Hey sugar, shotgun's where I want ya,
F# F# 

With not much more than your sunscreen on ya,
E E

There's a sweet little piece of beach
F# A

With our name on it, so doggone it,
E Ab A F#

Why wait for summer?
E Ab A F#
Why wait for summer to show up?
E Ab A F# A

Why wait when somewhere down there,
. E Ab F# Ab

Summer is waitin' on us?"
verse 2


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...


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