Saturday in the park, everyday’s the Fourth of July
In the summertime when the weather is high
Time to sit back and unwind.
The summertime blues: isn’t it a pity?
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city.
I blew out my flip flop, spilled coke on your blouse,
Sitting in the car outside your house.
Summertime and the living is easy
When you’re on a holiday
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
Watching the tide roll away.
Barefoot girls on the hood of a Dodge
Started humming a song from 1962.
First of the fall and then she goes back:
Won’t be long till summer time is through.