I'm almost 21, and I call shotgun
We make the boys pile in the backseat
They buy the beer, but we have no fear
We'll find that keg and we'll raise up our feet
The sun's too hot, but the pool is cold
I swear I never want this summer to end
We're floating still, on an air mattress filled
We swear we were always meant to be best friends
We'll sing country songs
Til our alarms go off
I guess I'm sleeping through class today
As long as my bottle is full
And the cigarettes are near
It isn't a waste of a day
Let's say we're 21
Let's fight the sun
We're too young to be responsible
Let's get fucked up for as long as it takes
I don't want to stop 'til we graduate
