Chords for Phineas And Ferb - Summer (Where Do We Begin?) Lyrics (HD + HQ)
Tempo:
77.075 bpm
Chords used:
C
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F
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
Summer is running through the sprinklers in your t-shirt, shoes and jeans.
Rolling down a grassy hill, yeah, that's what summer means to me, it's [D] true.
There's so much [G] more to do.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] Summer, [Em] every single moment [F] is worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] [C] Summer, [Em] like the world's best story, [F] got us waiting to [E] be told.
[F] Your dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[G]
[C] [Fm] Summer is ponds and pools and [Am] garden hoses tying a leaf [C] by heat.
Summer, bicycles and rollerskates and even just their feet.
[A] It's also, stripping tile away, creating an [D] albacore volcanic crack.
It's not a [C] frame, [B] filing a go-go crack, painting a cartoon mirror, [G] filing our pistol [Fm] inside.
Oh wait, [Eb] maybe we're going too [C] fast.
Summer, eats crickets and cicadas and a glass of lemonade.
Summer, is singing with [Am] your brother in the backyard under the [F] shade of a [D] tree.
[G] That's what it means to me.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] It's summer, [Em] every single moment is [F] worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] Summer [C] is [Em] like a world-best story [F] and it's waiting to [E] be told.
[F] It's dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[F]
[C] It's summer, mad wedding peeping in.
Summer, where do we begin?
Summer, where [G] do [C] we begin?
Summer is running through the sprinklers in your t-shirt, shoes and jeans.
Rolling down a grassy hill, yeah, that's what summer means to me, it's [D] true.
There's so much [G] more to do.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] Summer, [Em] every single moment [F] is worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] [C] Summer, [Em] like the world's best story, [F] got us waiting to [E] be told.
[F] Your dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[G]
[C] [Fm] Summer is ponds and pools and [Am] garden hoses tying a leaf [C] by heat.
Summer, bicycles and rollerskates and even just their feet.
[A] It's also, stripping tile away, creating an [D] albacore volcanic crack.
It's not a [C] frame, [B] filing a go-go crack, painting a cartoon mirror, [G] filing our pistol [Fm] inside.
Oh wait, [Eb] maybe we're going too [C] fast.
Summer, eats crickets and cicadas and a glass of lemonade.
Summer, is singing with [Am] your brother in the backyard under the [F] shade of a [D] tree.
[G] That's what it means to me.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] It's summer, [Em] every single moment is [F] worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] Summer [C] is [Em] like a world-best story [F] and it's waiting to [E] be told.
[F] It's dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[F]
[C] It's summer, mad wedding peeping in.
Summer, where do we begin?
Summer, where [G] do [C] we begin?
Key:
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Summer is running through the sprinklers in your t-shirt, shoes and jeans.
Rolling down a grassy hill, yeah, that's what summer means to me, it's [D] true.
_ There's so much [G] more to do.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] Summer, [Em] every single moment [F] is worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] _ [C] Summer, [Em] like the world's best story, [F] got us waiting to [E] be told.
[F] Your dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[G] _
_ [C] _ [Fm] Summer is ponds and pools and [Am] garden hoses tying a leaf [C] by heat.
Summer, bicycles and rollerskates and even just their feet.
[A] It's also, stripping tile away, creating an [D] albacore volcanic crack.
It's not a [C] frame, [B] filing a go-go crack, painting a cartoon mirror, [G] filing our pistol [Fm] inside.
Oh wait, [Eb] maybe we're going too [C] fast.
Summer, eats crickets and cicadas and a glass of lemonade.
_ Summer, is singing with [Am] your brother in the backyard under the [F] shade of a [D] tree.
_ [G] That's what it means to me.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] It's summer, [Em] every single moment is [F] worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] Summer [C] is [Em] like a world-best story [F] and it's waiting to [E] be told.
[F] It's dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[F] _
[C] It's summer, mad wedding peeping in.
_ _ _ Summer, where do we begin?
Summer, _ _ _ where [G] do [C] we begin? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Summer is running through the sprinklers in your t-shirt, shoes and jeans.
Rolling down a grassy hill, yeah, that's what summer means to me, it's [D] true.
_ There's so much [G] more to do.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] Summer, [Em] every single moment [F] is worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] _ [C] Summer, [Em] like the world's best story, [F] got us waiting to [E] be told.
[F] Your dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[G] _
_ [C] _ [Fm] Summer is ponds and pools and [Am] garden hoses tying a leaf [C] by heat.
Summer, bicycles and rollerskates and even just their feet.
[A] It's also, stripping tile away, creating an [D] albacore volcanic crack.
It's not a [C] frame, [B] filing a go-go crack, painting a cartoon mirror, [G] filing our pistol [Fm] inside.
Oh wait, [Eb] maybe we're going too [C] fast.
Summer, eats crickets and cicadas and a glass of lemonade.
_ Summer, is singing with [Am] your brother in the backyard under the [F] shade of a [D] tree.
_ [G] That's what it means to me.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining.
Just know that Sunday won't be the last.
[C] It's summer, [Em] every single moment is [F] worth its weight [C] in gold.
[G] Summer [C] is [Em] like a world-best story [F] and it's waiting to [E] be told.
[F] It's dutch mimosas [C] and cherries are hot, [E] ripping down [Am] your chin.
[C] It's summer, [G] mad wedding [C] peeping in.
[F] _
[C] It's summer, mad wedding peeping in.
_ _ _ Summer, where do we begin?
Summer, _ _ _ where [G] do [C] we begin? _ _ _ _ _ _ _