Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Hair back, red bands on your face,
towel tied around your waist,
a grin so perfect they should hang it in a seashell frame.
You'll say it can't be true,
but honey to me, nothing's sweeter than you.
Top down,
beach town,
singing off-key so loud,
your green eyes and sunshine,
beaming brighter than the moon at night,
of all the things that I love about summertime.
Nothing's sweeter than you.
Nothing's sweeter than you.
No rush, nothing to do,
smiling as I'm watching you,
suntan in the sand, it's true.
I'll bet Wayne is jealous of this view.
You'll say it can't be true,
but honey to me, nothing's sweeter than you.
Top down, beach town, singing off-key so loud,
your green eyes and sunshine,
beaming brighter than the moon at night,
of all the things that I
love about summertime.
Nothing's sweeter than you.
May,
June,
July,
and August,
if I could have you,
I don't even want them.
I'd trade every single summer month just to take a look at you once.
May, June, July, and August,
if I could have you, I don't even want them.
I'd trade every single summer month just to take a look at you once.
Top down,
beach town,
singing off-key so loud,
your green eyes and sunshine,
beaming brighter than the moon at night,
of all the things that I love about summertime.
Nothing's sweeter than you.
Nothing's sweeter than you.
Nothing's sweeter than you.