Don’t Feel So Mad At God When I See You In Your Summer Dress

You know me—
I’m one of those who Believe
But still I
Shake my fist at the sky

Why couldn’t the Lord
Have worked a little harder?
Made me a little bit smarter?
Made a little less murder?

But I don’t feel so mad at God
When I see you in your summer dress
Not so mad at God
When I see you in your summer dress

Your summer dress
Has been suspended
In the winter closet
But now that’s ended
Now you’re swinging
And it is clinging
Oh God damn it
Fits you perfect

I don’t feel so mad at God
When I see you in your summer dress
Not so mad at God
When I see you in your summer dress

When your hair was pink
I spent my last five bucks to buy you a drink
When your hair was blue
I crossed the Rockies in a K-Car to be with you
When your hair was black
You’d give Siousxie a jealous heart attack
When your hair was brown
You turned me into slightly less of a clown
When your hair was blonde
(You prob’ly think I’m just gonna go on and on)
Now there’s silver in the gold
Some days I’m even almost at peace with the old
Bastard

I don’t feel so mad at God
When I see you in your summer dress
Not so mad at God When I see you in your summer dress