| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
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| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
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| Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
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| Then lock the house up, now you’re set
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| And on the beach you’ll see the girls in their bikinis
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| As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet
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| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
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| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| You’ll wish that summer could always be here
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| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
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| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
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| Don’t have to tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
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| Or some romantic moon it seems
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| Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin'
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| You’ll see more kissin' (whistling) in the cars than on the screen
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| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
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| Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
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| You’ll wish that summer could always be here
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| You’ll wish that summer could always be here
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| You’ll wish that summer could always be here |