Well I'm overworked, and I'm underpaid,
An' it's overcast, gloomy and gray.
The days are getting shorter,
The nights are getting colder,
Summertime is gone, but that don't mean it's over.
I got a dime-store 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 waiting on us?"
Summer is waiting 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...
I got a dime-store 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 waiting on us?"
Summer is waiting on us!
I got a dime-store 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?"
Yeah, summer is waiting on us!
Why wait for summer to show up?
Why wait for summer?
Why wait for summer to show up?
Writer(s): Fred Wilhelm, Walker Hayes
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