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Capotraste 1ª casa

Tom: F
Intro: F C Am G

Uh oh oh oh
Uh Oh Oh

   F          C            Am         G
Everyone is waiting on the bell (on the bell)
   F               C               Am           G
A couple seconds we'll be raising hell (raising hell)
   F               C          Am                G
The sun is shining down, the school is finally out
   F            C               Am           G
Nothing matters so we might as well (might as well)


   F            C        
Everybody's baking in the sun
  Am           G
Come and party do it while we're young
   F            C       
Move your body when you hear the drum
 G
So put your hands up

Refrão:
                   F       C    
It's gonna be a bitchin' summer
  Am                     G
We'll be living fast kicking ass together
        F       C    
like high school lovebirds
  Am                 G
Gonna have a blast make it last forever

        F          C    
I’ll pick you up at the liquor store
  Am                     G
Hurry up we can fit one more
      F       C
It’s now or never
      Am                   G
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer

   F     C    Am       G
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Bitchin’ summer
   F     C    Am       G
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Bitchin’ summer

(F C Am G)
Throwing empty bottles in the fire
Whiskey's got us singing like a choir
We're all gonna run when the police come
But in the moment we are so alive

(F C Am G)
Everybody’s baking in the sun
Come and party do it while we're young
Move your body when you hear the drum
So put your hands up

(F C Am G)
It’s gonna be a bitchin summer
We'll be living fast, kickin ass together
Like high school lovebirds
Gonna have a blast make it last forever

(F C Am G)
I’ll pick you up at the liquor store
Hurry up we can fit one more
It’s now or never
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Bitchin’ summer
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Bitchin’ summer

Ponte:
(F C Am G)
Right here at the beach, the party don't stop
If we don't get harassed by the motherfuckin' cops
A quarter tank of gas, About half a pack
My cellphone’s dying but there’s no turning back
I can feel the breeze steering with on my knee
Drummin on the dashboard, bumpin to the beat
Hit the windshield wiper, searching for my lighter
I gotta get right before this all nighter

Refrão:
                   F       C    
It's gonna be a bitchin' summer
  Am                     G
We'll be living fast kicking ass together
        F       C    
like high school lovebirds
  Am                 G
Gonna have a blast make it last forever

        F          C    
I’ll pick you up at the liquor store
  Am                     G
Hurry up we can fit one more
      F       C
It’s now or never
      Am                   G
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer

   F     C    Am       G
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Bitchin’ summer
   F     C    Am       G
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Bitchin’ summer

(F C Am G)
Pick you up at the liquor store
Hurry up we can fit one more
It’s now or never
It’s gonna gonna be be a bitchin’ summer