Summertime

I peeled off my face

I tore up my room

I read my own rights

And I filled them with glue

I turned the commercial

Into a creep show

I peeped at the gods

With their bodies all day-glow

It's summertime

And it's the time

To strut and strum

I'm gonna strut, strut, strut

I'm combing my braids

I'm seizing my brains

Drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave

I'm wearing myself, inside out

And I'm wearing my welcome inside out

It's summertime

And it's the time

To strut my stuff

Woo

People getting touchy when I touch my thighs

Take a vacation under friendly skies

With my peacock heart I want to grunt and groan

Cut and paste all I've ever known

It's summertime

And it's the time

To strut and strum

I'm gonna strut my stuff

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

With my peacock hands

And my tangerine skulls

And my grizzly bear face

And my voice from target

Summertime

Gonna strut my stuff

I'm gonna strut, strut

Going backwards in time

With my questionable eyes

And I'm drinking my grave

And I stood on my face