I'll Bring the Music - Parmalee

Suntans and white tank tops

Summertime and no flip-flops

A little country a little rock, yea, yea

Dirt roads and dashboard lights

Fool around on a Friday night

Them jeans that fit just right, yea, yea

Yea

I’ll bring the music, you bring the beer

We’re gonna kick this thing in gear

Come on now and get your hands in the air

Sayin' yea (yea)

Yea, I’ll turn it up and you turn it on

We got a right to do no wrong

You bring a case of whatever makes you move it

And I’ll bring the music

Small towns and pickup trucks

Concerts and dixie cups

Good songs and holding 'em up, yea, yea

You and that sexy smile

When kisses are drivin' me wild

So hot that there ain’t no mild, yea, yea

Yea

I’ll bring the music, you bring the beer

We’re gonna kick this thing in gear

Come on now and get your hands in the air

Sayin' yea (yea)

Yea, I’ll turn it up and you turn it on

We got a right to do no wrong

You bring a case of whatever makes you move it

And I’ll bring the music

Yea, we’re out there where the crickets chirp

I’ll be getting down with those country girls

You know I love it, I’m so proud of it

Rockin' and knockin' the bottom out of it

I’ll bring the music, you bring the beer

We’re gonna kick this thing in gear

Come on now and get your hands in the air

Sayin' yea (yea)

Yea, I’ll turn it up and you turn it on

We got a right to do no wrong

You bring a case of whatever makes you move it

I love to see you move it

And I’ll bring the music

I got the music

Yea, I’ll bring the music