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Everyones waiting on the bell (on the bell )
A couple seconds well be raising hell (raising hell)
The sun is shining down, School is finally out
Nothing matters so we might as well (Might as well)
Everybodys baking in the sun Come and party do it while were young
Move your body when you hear the drums So put your hands up
Its gonna be a bitchin summer
well be living fast keeping us together like high school lovers
gonna have a blast make it last forever
Ill pick you up at the liquor store, hurry up we can fit one more
Its now or never, Its gonna gonna be be , a bitchin summer
Uh oh oh oh oh, Uh oh oh a bitchin summer
uh oh oh oh, uh oh oh a bitchin summer
Throwing empty bottles in the fire (in the fire)
Whiskeys got us singling like a choir (like a choir)
Where we gonna run? When the police come
But in the mall we are so alive (so alive)
Like like right here, its the beach the party dont stop
if we dont get harassed by the motherfuckin cops
A quoter tank of gas about a half of pack
my cell phones dying, but theres no turning back
I can feel the breeze steering with my knee
drumming on my dashboard bumping to the beat
Hitting the windsheild wiper, searching for my lighter
I gotta get right before this all nighter