No Bumpy Pants at Our Summer Bar...
• Written by Anonymous
We're all going to a summer barbecue
No more sailing for a week or two
Bumpy jugs and stunning cats at our summer barbecue
No more bumpy pants for me or you
For a week or two
Summertime, and the livin' is bumpy
Jugs are singing and the cats are high
Oh, your lover's smelly and your brother is pointy
So hush my wild bunny, don't you cry
Oh the summer of 2014
I can't wait to do some singing with you
You can't wait to do some singing with me
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer love
'Cause you were mine for the summer
Now we know it's nearly over
Feels like December snow
But I always will remember
You were my summer love
You always will be my summer love
I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be jugs of Florida
Summertime, and the livin' is bumpy
Jugs are singing and the cats are high
Oh, your lover's smelly and your brother is pointy
So hush wild bunny, don't you cry
Me and some pants from Miami
Had a band and we tried real hard.
Arthur quit, Rubeus went smiling
I should've known we'd never end up flying
Oh the summer of 2014
Summer singing had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer singing happened so fast,
Summer barbecue drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer barbecue
Yeah the summer of 2014
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