Poor ole surrender Mimosa

Finally burnt out by the sun

I feel pretty burnt out myself

When the long, hot summer is done Summertime's long been my favorite

Now I can't *** it no more

Can't find no time for a fish on the line

Or that swing in the old Sycamore I'm in such a hurry now

It starts to worry me

Stop an' smell the roses?

Baby, I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be

But I've got so much responsibility

Got so much responsibility Baby, you know how I'm working

Sorry I'm busy so much

Sorry those days when the world went our way

Are so hard to return to an' to touch Maybe our future looks brighter

Maybe our ship will come in

Maybe these years an' these muletrain careers

Will be things we won't think about then But I'm in such a hurry now

It start to worry me

Stop an' smell the roses?

Baby I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be

But I've got so much responsibility

Got so much responsibility Competition's heavy on a hard line wreckin' crew

The good ones never leave

An' still there's always someone new

Pressure comes down hard up on a top notch rivet team

We don't get time to pace ourselves

We don't stand around and dream Poor ole surrender Mimosa

Finally burnt out by the heat

I feel pretty burnt out myself

When I make that ole turn down our street Summertime's long been my favorite

Now it's ole autumn I love

Summertime fun on some beach in the sun

Is not somethin' I'm seein' much of I'm in such a hurry now

It starts to worry me

Stop an' smell the roses?

Baby, I can't hardly see No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be

But I've got so much responsibility

Got so much responsibility

Got so much responsibility