It's all I ever wanted 'Cause I (I), know (know) A summertime vacation song And you (you), know (know) Wherever we go you'll be singing along Like na, na na Summer love hanging in the air

She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine She could hitch a ride out of town And so far away from that low town good for nothing mistake making fool With excuses like baby that was a long time ago But that's just a euphemism if you

Lately baby where, where did we go wrong I used to synchronize it with your body Making it so tight never letting go Summertime always gives me the blues Thinking about the things we used to do Watching lovers in the park making love so free And now I

I wanna be your Friday night sweet ride Summertime sunshine barefoot in the moonlight I wanna be your jackpot hot spot wide Open road in a candy apple rag top I wanna be, wanna be your Friday night I wanna set you free, I wanna take you high I don't

And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' Can I hit it in the morning Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a

Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over

Just like coca cola Summertime joy He tastes like coca cola do Is all around me I got me a brand new boy Who entertains me We lie on the beach And we mess up the sheets And it tastes like coca cola

Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you, I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart. Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling, My heart enthralling, Cherokee. Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by, Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a