Summertime - Beck

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 creepshow

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 sneezing 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

And 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 that 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