The B-52's, "Rock Lobster"
It turns out no amount of melted butter can mask the flavour of the clawed beast. Many Cape Breton summers as a freak-of-nature lobster-hater yield many charred hot dogs consumed during lobster cookouts.
"Hot in Herre," Nelly
Your stinky office lacks a crossbreeze, your bedroom is like a sauna and you're biting your tongue to stop yourself from complaining about the heat because you know it won't last long.
Loudon Wainwright, "Swimming Song"
This summer I'll swim in a public place (Williams Lake), a swimming pool (Centennial) and a brain-freeze inducing ocean (Crystal Crescent).
Shakira, "Hips Don't Lie"
Related: All of the bathing-suit-season midriff feelings.
The Go-Go's, "Vacation"
For all the fingers and toes crossed in hopes for no rain during your only seven days off in July.
Busta Rhymes, "Gimme Some More"
The perfect track for contemplating tough bonfire choices like: Jersey Milk or Caramilk for s'more-making? And, how many marshmallows is too many marshmallows?
Katy Perry, "Firework"
When your dad buys a whack of fireworks and sparklers from a convenience store and totally blows the city's patriotic Canada Day colour explosion out of the water.
Bananarama, "Cruel Summer"
Because the season we spend nine months waiting for is always too short, our summertime to-do list never gets completed and before you know it, those tanlines will be long gone.