Summer Song - Stephen Lynch

The hum of a few honey bees

Barely a whisper of a magnolia breeze

Cicadas chirp in their trees

Summer song, summer song

Cold lemonade every night

Why don’t we skinny dip in the moon light?

Swab my sweaty neck, mosquito bite

Summer song, summer song

Kids all barefoot, short bridges

I watch them run through fields and ditches

Oh, lord this mosquito bite itches

Summer song, summer song

Okay this is no mosquito bit

It’s swollen up, infected, and I don’t feel right

Must have been a spider, some poisonous might

Summer song, summer song

I require immediate care

Somebody call an ambulance please

Homemade ice cream and tire swings

Summer song, summer song

I feel like my blood is on fire

Sweet baby Jesus my blood is on fire

Swimming hole and my blood is on fire

Summer song, fire blood

Where the fuck is that ambulance?

I am becoming seriously concerned

I’m also starting to hallucinate

Summer squash, Cumberbatch

I can’t believe this is how it ends

Please tell me ex-wife I still lover her

I don’t even care about her and Ray-Ray

Yes, I do

Summer whore

I should have hung out more with my kids

Especially Todd, he’s had a rough time

Methamphetamine’s a son of a bitch

Skinny jeans, Shonda Rhimes

OH my god, I’m burning up, I’m burning up

My blood is on fire, blood is on fire

I don’t wanna die (x3)

But I’m gonna die

I’m coming, sweet Jesus I’m coming

So here we are two hours later

Turns out I just had low blood sugar

The paramedics gave me cold lemonade

And laughed at me, which was wrong

Called me pussy, but I am strong

I will sing a summer song, summer song