Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch & Courtney Jaye
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch & Courtney Jaye
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 britches
I watch them run through fields and ditches
Oh, lord this mosquito bite itches
Summer song, summer song
Okay this is no mosquito bite
It's swollen up, infected, and I don't feel right
Must have been a spider, some poisonous mite
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