Songwriters: Hayes, Walker; Wilhelm, Frederick

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
Why wait for summer to show
Why wait for summer
Why wait for summer to show