Lucky Star

Oh, oh
In California, the summer’s always cold
Feels more like the Poconos in June
I ran away too soon

I’ll come back
Pick me up, be waiting on the tarmac
Why do they pack the airplanes like sardines
And millennial queens?

If I had a little money, I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost there

August
It came and went and left us in the dust
I know it feels like love, but, baby, it's lust
August

September
All that we got now is wet hot American summer
Throw it on me like an afghan from your mother
Stay under it

If I had a little money, I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost there

Got my bus fare, go to the corner
Take the Lucky Star up the Northeast corridor
Back to Boston, you’ll be waiting there
Meet me at The Lizard, get a drink, and stumble home

I, I’ll die if you tell the world about my third eye
I wanna keep it a secret till July
My funny third eye

If I had a little money, I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost there

If I had a little money, I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost there
I thought I would be by now