Spray coming off of the ocean
Big breakers rolling in
The smell of our suntan lotion
As we are rubbing it all over our skin

The sweet middle taste of VB
Straight from the ice from cold esky
With the fish and chips hot and salty
Oh Sally won't you kiss me again

Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Take me by the hand and let's walk along
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on

The boys walking out on the corner
The girls walking with their girlfriends
Everybody looking checking out each other
Thinking about the curly action

There she is drinking rum and cola
Always happy when she spending a dollar
Now she's talking on her Motorola
'Whatcha doin' 'Where ya goin' 'Meet ya later'
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Take me by the hand and let's walk along
Roll on, summer, roll on

The night with its whispering promise
Your voice at the end of the line
Sending a shiver right through me
'Pick me up at a quarter to nine'

Later on in the bloomin' suburbs
You kissed me so you made my pants hurt
I was on the last button of your shirt
When your Daddy called 'It's time to come in'

Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Take me by the hand and let's walk along
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on
Roll on, summer, roll on