Suntans and white tank-tops
Summer time and no flip-flops, a little country
A little rock. Yeah, yeah
Dirt road and dashboard lights
Fool around on a Friday night, them jeans that fit just right
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll bring the music, you bring the beer
We're going to kick this thing in gear
Come on now and get your hands in the air say yeah, yeah
I'll turn it up and you turn it on, we got a right to do no wrong
You bring a case of whatever makes you move it, and I'll bring the music
Small towns and pickup trucks, concerts and dixie cups
Good songs and holding them up
Yeah, yeah. You and that sexy smile
Wet kisses are driving me wild
So hot that there ain't no mild. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll bring the music, you bring the beer
We're going to kick this thing in gear
Come on now and get your hands in the air say yeah, yeah
I'll turn it up and you turn it on, we got a right to do no wrong
You bring a case of whatever makes you move it, and I'll bring the music
Yeah, way out there where the crickets churp
I'll be getting down with them country girls
You know I love it, I'm so proud of it
Rocking and knocking the bottom out of it
Baby, I'll bring the music, you bring the beer
We're going to kick this thing in gear
Come on now and get your hands in the air say yeah, yeah
I'll turn it up and you turn it on, we got a right to do no wrong
You bring a case of whatever makes you move it
I love to see you move it, I'll bring the music
I got the music
Yeah, I'll bring the music