Oh, used to love those summertimes Tight jeans and everything fell so fire Oh, used to love those summertimes I was living my very own rock'n'roll dream
Oh, used to love those summertimes Cheap sunglasses made me feel so cool Oh, used to love those summertimes I wanted to play in the best damn rockin' band
Three guys in the festival van They don't have a woman, they don't have a band Just that spray-paint Hi-Ace van There's no need for any future plans
Don't you play with fire Don't drink as much as you can Unless you wanna end up Just another fishface hangin' around here
The tent has been erected New grass has been grown Girls are lookin' pretty It's time to start the show
She-devil vampires Try to save you pale white neck if you can In the darkness of the woodlands They'll kiss your heart out of your chest
Oh, used to love those summertimes Tight jeans and everything felt so fine Oh, used to love those summertimes I was livin' my very own rock'n'roll dream
Three guys at the festival Loaded stupid on beer and gasoline Dusneyland in woodlands P.A. volume turned to overmuch Faith no more to cure A never-ending midnight summer jam In the middle of nowhere We have now different bands But nothing has changed too much