The rolling hills moving along with the breeze And I on a raft, drifing and takin' it easy Just soaking up sun and staring at my own reflection And then catch the eye of a fine, young tan maiden Looking in my direction Oh how I love... Summer days Ice cream cones, the bright red haze Brings back memories (memories) of good old times Skateboards and surfin', divin' for dimes I remember hanging 'round Boardwalk in Santa Cruz And playing "Chicken" on the bumper cars And no one'd lose Ridin' the Giant Dipper, and holding our hands up all the way And my brother got sick from eating 6 corn dogs that very same day Oh how I love... Summer days Ice cream cones, the bright red haze Brings back memories (memories) of good old times Skateboards and surfin', divin' for dimes Oh, how I love... Summer days The ice cream (oh how I love) cones The bright red haze (summer days) Brings back memories (Oh, how I love) Of (summer days) good old times Skateboards (oh, how I love) and surfin' (Summer days) Divin' for dimes Oh, how I love... Summer days Oh, how I love... Summer days