Lemon gin, cornfields plowed under Cigarettes, southern comfort with your friends Behind the bleachers, tonight there's a dance He's gonna be there in the iSchool gym And it's almost summer, almost warm enough to swim Backyards are waiting He's got your name, he's got your number He's got your name, he's got your number The sun sets, you cross the parking lot Walking cool with your friends Avoid the red cops, even though you're innocent The night is waiting Here he comes, you're a little nervous Here he comes, but you're getting up with courage The music sucks, but he's your salvation Cherry lip gloss, you know what it's tasting, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah You're in his car getting high Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light Super tall, can't smoke in his eye Your head is swimming With the anticipation and suddenly You're puking at the door with your pants around your knees But he's a nice boy, so he drops you on your street You can't believe it Looks like he blew it He's got your name, he's got your number He's driving away, oh, what a bummer, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah So you stumble home But you don't quite make it You wake up all alone With your next door neighbors The sun is warm It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer...