Capo 1

Intro: F C Am G 

Uh oh oh oh 
Uh Oh Oh 

   F          C            Am         G 
Everyone's waiting on the bell (on the bell ) 
   F               C               Am           G 
A Couple seconds we'll be raising hell (raising hell) 
   F               C      Am                G 
The sun is shining down, School is finally out 
   F            C               Am           G 
Nothing matters so we might as well (might as well) 


   F            C         
Everybody's baking in the sun 
  Am           G 
Come and party do it while we're young 
   F            C        
Move your body when you hear the drums 
 G 
So put your hands up 


Chorus: (F C Am G) 
                   F       C     
It's gonna be a bitchin' summer 
  Am                     G 
we'll be living fast kicking ass together 
        F       C     
like high school lovebirds 
  Am                 G 
gonna have a blast make it last forever 

        F          C     
I’ll pick you up at the liquor store 
  Am                     G 
Pour it up and you get one more 
      F       C 
It’s now or never 
      Am                   G 
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer 

   F     C   Am       G 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, Bitchin’ summer 
   F     C   Am       G 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, Bitchin’ summer 


(Repeat chords F C Am G for the entire song) 

Throwin' empty bottles in the fire 
Rest has got us singing like a choir 
We’re not gonna run when the police come 
But in the morning we are so alive 

Everybody’s baking in the sun 
Coming by, do it while we’re young 
Move yo body when you hear the drum 
So put yo hands up 

It’s gonna be a bitchin summer 
We’ll be living fast, kickin ass together 
Like high school lovers 
Gonna have a blast, make it last more ever 

I’ll pick you up at the liquor store 
Pour it up and you get one more 
It’s now or never 
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 
Bitchin’ summer 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 
Bitchin’ summer 

(Bridge) 
Like we at the beach, the party don’t stop 
If we don’t get harassed by the motherfuckin cops 
A quarter taking gas, I bought a half a pack 
My cell phone’s dying but there’s no turning back 
I can feel the breeze down on my knee 
Drummin on the dashboard, bumpin to the beat 
Hit the windshield wiper, searching for my lighter 
I gotta get right before this all nighter 

Chorus: 
It’s gonna be a bitchin summer 
We’ll be living fast, kickin ass together 
Like high school lovers 
Gonna have a blast, make it last more ever 
I’ll pick you up at the liquor store 
Pour it up and you get one more 
It’s now or never 
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 
Bitchin’ summer 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 
Bitchin’ summer 

Pick you up at the liquor store 
Pour it up and you get one more 
It’s now or never 
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer