This old thing Has turned around Ready for the car And coming down Jesus painting Tall and white Looking nothing like he would Is the arms of a child Them no forward thinking here It's like summertime Like summertime Most of the year Oh You would sing In my head Little scar on your mark All the way 'Cause I ain't got billions Call it life I think I'm living in the wild Being run by a child Them no forward thinking here It's like summertime Like summertime Most of the year Oh See me at the acne show See me at the acne show Nothing's really A okay Take your two pics like it is anyway Know there's really nothing new Brains like Elvis blue No one's really A okay No one's really A okay Dum da dum Daaa ah ah Daaa ah ah Daaaa ah ah Whoooo oooo aaaah Ooooooo aaaaaah