Summertime

She's in the red thing looking pretty
 Dancing on stage to Paradise City
 She's got a little black box full of money
 That she only made just calling me honey
 She don't want or need my pity
 Dark haired little girl with a stage name Kitty
 Last year she was looking damn dune
 Let's see how she's looking this summertime.
 She'll be at the bottom line
 Here comes summertime.
 There's a crowd in this neighborhood making noise
 Raising hell, up to no good
 They all come with the change of the season
 And they're all coming for the same old reason.
 Won't they ever stop the way they're thinking?
 Rocking, smoking pot, get wasted drinkin
 Last year they were feeling damn fine
 Let's see how they feel this summertime
 They'll be at the bottom line
 Here comes summertime
 I want my summertime
 I'll be at the bottom line
 Here comes summertime.