No Stupid Glass at Our Summer Human barbecue
By EKA Summer Song
We're all going to a summer human barbecue
No more barfing for a week or two
Consipated knifes and fat blades at our summer human barbecue
No more stupid glass for me or you
For a week or two
Summertime, and the livin' is consipated
Knifes are itching and the blades are high
Oh, your cousin twice removed's bloody and your twin once decapitated is mutilated
So hush my decapitated darling, don't you cry
Oh the summer of 2015
I can't wait to do some itching with you
You can't wait to do some itching 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 friday thunder
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 knifes of volcano
Summertime, and the livin' is consipated
Knifes are itching and the blades are high
Oh, your cousin twice removed's bloody and your twin once decapitated is mutilated
So hush decapitated darling, don't you cry
Me and some glass from chamber of sneezes
Had a band and we tried real hard.
Peanut quit, Dingbat went breathing
I should've known we'd never end up scratching
Oh the summer of 2015
Summer itching had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer itching happened so fast,
Summer human barbecue drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer human barbecue
Yeah the summer of 2015
