It’s 103 and this sweltering breeze

Got me thinking

Like sap out a tree the memories be a creepin

I see a man with a brown bag sweat on his lips he was drinkin

I hear the slap of the skin all the mosquitoes be feedin

Spring has burned away

Summer is here

Won't you come out to play

I lay on the floor and wait while the sweet tea be a steepin

The ice has all melted along with the garbage hot, sticky, and stinkin

The zombies have sprouted and forcibly crowded I must do some weedin

I’m feeling faint the sun searing my brain and for Fall I am pleadin

Spring has burned away

Summer is here

Won't you come out to play?

We were only 16

Didn’t know anything but a feelin

And here in this heat I don’t know how my heart is still beatin

Still don’t know anything but a feelin

Still don’t know how my heart is still beatin

but it’s 103, yes it's 103, Yeah it's 100-103, yes it's 103

Spring has burned away

Summer is here

Won't you come out to play

Won't ya won't ya, won't you come out?