Well I'm over-worked and under-paid
And 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
I've got a dime-store cooler
Made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded with limes
And cold Coronas
I'm pointin' my truck toward 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've got a dime-store cooler
Made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded with limes
And cold Coronas
I'm pointin' my truck toward 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've got a dime-store cooler
Made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded with limes
And cold Coronas
I'm pointin' my truck toward 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've got a dime-store cooler
Made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded
With limes and cold Coronas
I'm pointin' my truck toward Pensacola
But before I go I had to phone ya
Why wait for summer
Why wait for summer to show up
