Summertime, and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.​
All people in the dance will agree that we're
Well qualified to represent the L.B.C.​
G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Me and my girl, we got this relationship
I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit
On lockdown, like a penitentiary
She spreads her lovin' all over and when she gets home
There's none left for me

Summertime, and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.​
All people in the dance will agree that we're
Well qualified to represent the L.B.C.​
G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder
Represent the L.B.C.​
G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder


Oh, take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will someday rise
So, what am I gonna be doin' for a while?
Said, "I'm gonna play with myself"
Show them, now, we've come off the shelf

Summertime, and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.​
All people in the dance will agree that we're
Well qualified to represent the L.B.C.​
G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder
Represent the L.B.C.​
G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the— Stop

Well, at least you called
Some other time, I guess
It's only a marriage

Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely
Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely
The ti—


G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder
Represent the L.B.C.​
G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder