Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop
Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop
I said wouldn't it be nice Give me a mountain paradise
We'll leave our sheets out in the rain And listen to the lonesome train
Summer slowly turns to fall Tomatoes ripe, we eat them all
Tangling vines around our shoes I'm counting on every day with you
One sweet bell around us two There's romance, everyday sounds like you
Shown the secrets of metal by accordian friends In fact we might have to learn how to shred
The picture's made us change our view We sleep on blankets in the living room
It's our work, we're so involved Sorry, we turned the phone off, if you called
Meet me at the back shack, baby You'll bring your little ukelele I'll take up real, make it alright Let's make a song on the eight track tonight
Pack up the patch cords Look back on the last one
In the beginning we made up rules We thought to chant this thing every morning
Repeat that some goals slip to the side Sleep awake, letting our bodies aside
Now we'll head back home Oh! September, where did you go?
Meet me at the back shack, baby You'll bring your little ukelele I'll take up real, make it alright Let's make a song on the eight track tonight Meet me at the back shack, baby