Hi, swingers!
Hi!
Roll
out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer.
Roll out the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
Let's talk a song and sun and moon and shine and cheer.
Just pack your basket full of sandwiches and weenie.
Lock the house up and now you're set.
And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikini.
As cute as ever, but they never get them wet.
Cotton shows right through, doesn't it?
Lazy, hazy, crazy, days
of soda and pretzels and beer.
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
You wish that summer could always be here.
Ted, make me summery.
Thank you.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
No
need to tell a girl and fella about
a diamond or a romantic movie scene.
Why from the moment that those falcons start arriving,
you'll see more kissing in the cars
than on the screen.
Hey!
Those days of Tareks and cheetos and beer.
Roll out the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
You wish that summer could always be here.
You wish that summer could always be here.
But not too hot.
Once again, say hello please to Jon Thorne
and the Bob Down Five.
Ted,
that's Jon plus five.