Текст песни:

Boom, boom, boom
Turn up the beat, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
I wanna feel it
California dont cha wish that you could come
Cause were never going home
Till the summers all gone

Verse
Ahh, summertime and the livings easy
Cruisin, bumpin my Huntington Beach
Cause the sun will shine
We have a good time
They all line up for a bump and grind

And the girl that you want
Is directly out in front
And shes waving her caboose at you
You sneeze
Achoo
She calls you out woo hoo

I know you heard that bass
Bumpin in my trunk
B-bumpin in my trunk
B-bumpin in my trunk Oh yeah

I know you heard that bass
Bumpin in my trunk uh huh
B-bumpin in my trunk uh huh
B-bumpin in my trunk Lets go

Chorus
Boom, boom, boom
Turn up the beat, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
I wanna feel it
California dont cha wish that you could come
Cause were never going home
Till the summers all gone

Verse
The sun goes down
The fire pits leap
Its another summer night here in the OC

Well Im not no baller
Though I do have an Impala
And I might say hey
But Id never say holla

And the girl with the gloss
And a G-string just like floss
Well shes waving her caboose at you
I bet you do
She calls you out woo hoo

I know you heard that bass
Bumpin in my trunk Uh huh
B-bumpin in my trunk Uh huh
B-bumpin in my trunk Bump that trunk
I know you heard that bass
Bumpin in my trunk Uh huh
B-bumpin in my trunk Uh huh
B-bumpin in my trunk Lets go

Chorus
Boom, boom, boom
Turn up the beat, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
I wanna feel it
California dont cha wish that you could come
With the radio on
Blazin all summer long

Boom, boom, boom
Youre all up freakin
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
My friends are drinkin
California dont cha wish that you could come
Cause were never going home
Till the summers all gone