[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...

 

[chorus]