Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Don't put another thing on my plate
My brain is so full of your face
I ache, I counted the hours
Since the minute that I drove by you
And I got a scar where she saw me
Don't think I'll see her around
Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)
Every day's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you 'cuz I let you go
I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy
But something in the sunlight between your thighs
Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you
And oh, what a fool I must be
You're so far ahead of my world
Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)
Every day's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you 'cuz I let you go
And it's never been so weird
To be at the bottom looking up
And I went into this movie of blood and guts
Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up
And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be
#1 Summer Jam was written by Butch Walker.
#1 Summer Jam was produced by Jim Ebert & Butch Walker.