Been a long time coming counting down to summer
Channel three's saying we got two more weeks
Ain't been a colder winter
Girl, it ain't no wonder why I'm so ready for that July heat
I hope that weatherman got it wrong
And there's a heatwave coming on
'Cause I got a dashboard begging for your bare feet on it
Got a rag top, doors off, red Jeep calling our names
We're young and free
Two wild hearts riding the breeze
Singing, "When the Sun Goes Down"
Girl, I hope it's hot out
I hope it's hot out
When the black top's burning waves on the horizon
Chesney's taking over Nash FM
Got your blue eyes saying we should take a drive in the Wrangler
Kissing when the lights turn red
I hope that Fahrenheit climbs so high
'Cause it'd be a shame to stay inside
When I got a dashboard begging for your bare feet on it
Got a rag top, doors off, red Jeep calling our names
We're young and free
Two wild hearts riding the breeze
Singing, "When the Sun Goes Down"
Girl, I hope it's hot out
I hope it's hot out
Girl, when it's ninety nine point nine degrees
Skin stuck to that vinyl seat
You smile a little bit differently in that Tennessee heat
So get your daisies out that dresser drawer
Your flip flops by the front door
When you and me
We finally walk out
I hope it's hot out
I hope it's hot out
Yeah, I got a dashboard begging for your bare feet on it
Got a rag top, doors off, red Jeep calling our names
We're young and free
Two wild hearts riding the breeze
Singing, "When the Sun Goes Down"
Girl, I hope it's hot out
(I hope it's hot out)
I hope it's hot out
(I hope it's hot out)
Yeah, I hope it's hot out
Yeah, I hope it's hot out
Writer(s): Andy Albert, Kyle Clark, Michael Whitworth, Paul DiGiovanni
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
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