Summertime

When the sun's up, the kids are down

And the mountaintops gleams like out of time

And the juke box jams in my best friend's golf

We can paint a little Monet on the basketball court, or play with the guns

And the neighbours' screaming all around the town

"You should go and get a job and we'll get out alive"

No, against my will, I'm a master-crook

I'm a beachland boy, won't run a marathon dawg

Summer's here, everything's alright

It's summertime and everything is fine

I use to lay down on beach, not thinking of the things that they say to me