Something's coming over me Got cabin fever, now I can't see I feel hot, I feel cold I'd tell you why, but I'm not that bold There's a scratch on my cheek I feel faint but never weak When you're near I'm seeing visions, they're just not so clear But you're coming through in stereo, in stereo sound And summer's creeping up slowly We're gonna let the good times, let the good times toll Well let me ask your advice: If I fall once will I fall twice, out of control? I wanna know 'Cause I want you to hear now, I want you here now, I want you here now, I want you here right now, 'Cause you're coming through in stereo, in stereo sound Summer's creeping up slowly We're gonna let the good times, let the good times toll Yeah, you were always headed down the wrong path But you'll be back, you'll be back around Summer's creeping up slowly We're gonna let the good times, let the good times roll