Summer nights — Broadway

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SUMMER NIGHTS (from "Grease") by Warren Casey & Jim Jacobs

Summer lovin', had me a blast Summer lovin', happened so fast Met a girl, crazy for me E A E A - A7 Met a boy, cute as can be

Summer days, drifting away But oh, oh, those summer nights, a well-a, well-a, well-a

Uh, tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far? Tell me more, tell me more, like does he own a car?

She swam by me, she got a cramp He ran by me, got my suit damp Saved her life, she nearly drowned He showed off, splashing around

Summer sun, something's begun But oh, oh, those summer nights, a well-a, well-a, well-a

Uh, tell me more, tell me more, was it love at first sight? Tell me more, tell me more, did she put up a fight?

Took her bowling in the arcade We went strolling, drank lemonade We made out under the dock We stayed out till ten o'clock

Summer fling don't mean a thing But oh, oh, those summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more, like, you don't have to brag Tell me more, tell me more, 'cause he sounds like a drag (Shoowap bop bop, shoowap bop bop, shoowap bop bop, shoowap bop bop)

He got friendly, holding my hand She got friendly, down on the sand He was sweet, just turned eighteen F Bb F Bb - Bb7 She was good, you know what I mean

Summer heat, boy and girl meet Then oh, oh, those summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more, how much dough did he spend? Tell me more, tell me more, could she get me a friend?

It turned colder, that's where it ends So I told her we'd still be friends Then we made our true love vow Wonder what she's doing now

Summer dreams, ripped at the seams Em A C# - D But oh, those summer nights