This ain't nothing, but a summer jam.
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans, whoa.
This ain't nothing, but a summer jam.
We're gonna party as much as we can.
Hey, whoa, hey, whoa.
Summer jam alright.

Tonight, hotties wearing Prada skirts, real tight.
Temperature is rising, feeling real hot.
In the heat of the night.
Midnight, the party won't stop until the morning light.
I'm scoping out the honies with the light out, to be with me tonight.
Can't get you outta my mind, I can't lie,
Cause a girl like you is hard to find,
I'm waiting for the day to make you mine,
Cause I can't take it.

This ain't nothing, but a summer jam.
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans, whoa.
This ain't nothing, but a summer jam.
We're gonna party as much as we can.
Hey, whoa, hey, whoa.
Summer jam alright.

Moonlight, cruising down the boulevard, strobe lights.
Watching, move your bodies tight,
Alright, looking kinda freaky to me.
Can't get you outta my mind, I can't lie,
Cause a girl like you is hard to find,
I'm waiting for the day to make you mine,
Cause I can't take it.

This ain't nothing, but a summer jam.
Bronze skin and cinnamon tans, whoa.
This ain't nothing, but a summer jam.
We're gonna party as much as we can.
Hey, whoa, hey, whoa.
Summer jam alright.