Open Up, Summertime

Open Up, Summertime.

Lemme see that old sun shine.

He’s an old friend of mine.

Only he can make me whole,

Warm up my summer soul.

Open up, cloudy day.

Chase those mother-fuckin’ clouds away.

Chase ‘em far away.

And drop me in a sunny spot.

I’d rather be hot than not.

When I was small

It was no fair at all’

When a cloudy day

Took away my play.

Then the summer sun

Would finally come

Peekn’ through

And the sky turned blue.

And now, even though I’m 6 feet tall

In the summertime I feel I haven’t grown up at all.

(Chorus again)

Birds in the trees

Singing those melodies

From another place

With amazing grace.

And your lover true

Next to you

On a starry night

When the moon shines bright.

And now, even though I’m 6 feet tall

In the summertime I feel I haven’t grown up at all.