Roll On, Summer

The spray coming off of the ocean
The big breakers rolling in
The smell of the suntan lotion
As we’re rubbing it all over our skin
The sweet metal taste of VB
Straight from the ice-cold esky
The fish and chips so hot and salty
Oh, Sally, won’t you kiss me again!
Roll on, Summer, roll on
Roll on, Summer, roll on

The boys hanging out on the corner
The girls walking with their girlfriends
Everybody looking, checking out each other
Thinking about the curly action
There she is drinking rum and cola
Always happy when she’s spending a dollar
Now she’s talking on her Motorola
‘Whatcha doing? Where ya going? Meet ya later!’
Roll on, Summer, roll on
Roll on, Summer, roll on
Take me by the hand and let’s walk along
Roll on, Summer, roll on

The night with its whispering promise
Your voice at the end of the line
Sending a shiver right through me
‘Pick me up at a quarter to nine’
Later on in the blooming suburbs
You kissed me so much that my pants hurt
I was on the last button of your shirt
When your daddy called, ‘It’s time to come in!’
Roll on, Summer, roll on
Roll on, Summer, roll on
Take me by the hand and let’s walk along
Roll on, Summer, roll on