Your skin is getting sun-tanned;
I don't want to peel it off today.
So pass me the lotion 20, my nose has had enough today.
My body, glitter glamour.
Upon my towel I slip away.
I got to go, I got to go, the sea is calling and
The sun is in my head and it's OK It's an ice cream day
Pass me my sunglasses.
You sat on yours I still got mine.
Just stretch out your right hand.
They're in the plastic bag behind.
The stereo Motorpsychos, just chilling, it's a holiday.
Don't turn 'em off don't turn 'em off just let it play
Their song is in my head and it's OK It's an ice cream
I sweep my sweaty eyes wide open when she's walking by
Pamela Anderson look-alikes lay naked in the sand.
I quickly turn around to dig a bigger hole for my best
Again. Summer lips away too fast again.
Again. Well eight more days to make them last.
And the sun is in my head and it's OK it's an ice cream