August is over And on to september October is warmer In freakier winters, in freakier winters I'd fall underground and go down down down down down down Twenty three over, I'm turning around it gets seventy seven Till i turn one hundred Till i turn one hundred I'm holding my breath That i'll never turn one hundred years August is over And on to september October is warmer In freakier winters In nuclear winters I'd fall underground and go down, down, down, down, down.