Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under, cigarettes
Southern comfort with your friends
Behind the bleachers tonight there's a dance
He's gonna be there in the high school 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, you remember
Know you're in the sand
The night is waiting
Here he comes, you're a little nervous
Here he comes, but you're getting up with courage, yeah
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 dives by the dashboard light
Super toll, get 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 an ass 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 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're in his car
You wake up on the long of your next door neighbor's
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, 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