Story Behind The Song
Have you ever had to deal with rich snobs in order to make money and survive? Anyone who works in the service industry - and there are Millions of ya - can relate to this.
Song Description
Taylor Swift is getting married in Watch Hill Rhode Island. The natives will be happy to work the wedding and make money, and even happier when the vacation crowds return to the Hamptons and beyond so they can enjoy the warm sandy beaches for themselves. Have you ever had to deal with rich snobs in order to make money and survive? Anyone who works in the service industry - and there are Millions of ya - can relate to this.
| Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Country - General, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Similar Artists |
Morgan Wallen, Jellyroll, Luke Combs, Jason Aldean, Morgan Wallen, Jellyroll, Luke Combs, Jason Aldean |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Welcome to the Hamptons, there's wealth in the air
Here comes the plastic parade with their botox stares
It's Memorial Day, and here we go again
Lambos and Rovers tops-down, rollin in
They look right through you while they sip rosé
Blow what we make in a year, in just one day
We work a double just to buy our clothes
While they spend more by brunch and up their nose
When the summer people leave
And we can finally breathe
No more yachts blocking the bay
No more lines at the cafes
When the beach club crowd recedes
And the tennis courts grow weeds
It feels like home again to me-
When the summer people leave!
My sister's with some trust fund kid
Says he loves her but we know what this is
Come September he'll be gone back to his life
She's just the summer girl, not somebody's wife
I tried dating from that world myself
Said I wasn't enough, wanted somebody else
Not some local in their summer game
Someone with the right last name
When the summer people leave
And we can finally breathe
No more yachts blocking the bay
No more lines at the cafes
When the beach club crowd recedes
And the tennis courts grow weeds
It feels like home again to me-
When the summer people leave!
Old money, young trophy, same story every year
God skipped her brain, but the body got her here
He's old money, and she's half his age-
All body, no brains, but she's playing the long game
High rollers, low ballers, to them it's all the same...
When the summer people leave
And we can finally breathe
No more million dollar traffic jams
No more hearing do you know who I am
When the ballroom lights go dark
And we're on the beach counting stars
We can finally be free...
When the summer people leave
Yeah - When the summer people leave
When the summer people leave