Oh Summers-O, I bong to clear you
Away, above my liver
Oh Summers-O, I bong to clear you
Away, I’ll blow away, on some dried potpourri
Oh Summers-O, I chug your water
Away, above my liver
Four eyes did hop a lonely charter
Today, it sounds okay, and it’s time to hurry
Oh Summers I’m allowed to tease you
Away, above my liver
Oh Summers-O, I’ll plot to leave you
Or stay, and curse the day, or cross a hanging jury
Oh Summers-O, I volunteer you
Away, above my liver
Oh Summers they aren’t wrong to fear you
Away, this moldy day, from your tiles and floory
Away, this moldy day, from your tiles and floory
ReplyDeleteOut, damn spot out! I say, one, two, why then?
Because I love the place and can't drag myself away.