I think that our summer is nigh,
Lazy clouds float in a blue sky
Wimbledon soon
Eek a monsoon
And we're all left high and dry
The sound of leather on willow...
The sound of leather on willow...
The smell of your hair on my pillow,
The sound of leather on willow
The smell of your hair on my pillow
The feel of the rain
The taste of champagne
The sound of leather on willow
The smell of your hair on my pillow
The feel of the rain
The taste of champagne
And a tiny pink skirt that will billow.
The dreams of a champion dancer-
With moves like a parade-leading prancer...
The dreams of a champion dancer-
With moves like a parade-leading prancer
High kicking her way
into a playful jete,
The dreams of a champion dancer-
With moves like a parade-leading prancer
High kicking her way
into a playful jete-
While all the men wait to romance 'er!
I watch for the floral display...
My flowers in splendid array!
I watch for the floral display...
My flowers in splendid array!
Goddesses of the garden, little deities
the roses, the daisies, the bowing peonies.
I watch for the floral display...
My flowers in splendid array!
Goddesses of the garden, little deities
the roses, the daisies, the bowing peonies
Have brightened the whole month of May.
Sunday's the first day of June...
Sunday's the first day of June,
Time to get your oar-locks in tune
Get out the sun block
Go down by the boat dock
Then we'll float and wait for the moon.
Enjoying the lazy-day weather
We will drink and picnic on the heather...
Enjoying the lazy-day weather
We will drink and picnic on the heather
We'll take off our clothes
And then, anything goes!...
Enjoying the lazy-day weather
We will drink and picnic on the heather
We'll take off our clothes
And then, anything goes,
But, no snapshots while we're in the "altogether".
On the grille I hear hamburgers sizzling..
On the grille I hear hamburgers sizzling
An unpopular Norwegian was Quisling
Or was he a Dane?
Omigod, my poor brain
On the grille I hear hamburgers sizzling
An unpopular Norwegian was Quisling
Or was he a Dane?
Omigod, my poor brain
I need food please, no more of the Reisling!
Too much sunshine is bad for the brain...
Too much sunshine is bad for the brain...
Not to mention, the skin it will 'stain'.
Get a hat and a potion
Like a 15 sun lotion
And be happy that it did not rain!!
Oh, WOE- my 'too much' is food'
Oh, WOE- my 'too much' is food'
A pigout always raises my mood.
Oh, WOE- my 'too much' is food'
A pigout always raises my mood.
Mine too, brother Joe!
And if you take it real slow
It's a doubly satisfying interlude.
Barbecue, baked beans and pies...
The tears well up in my eyes!
Barbecue, baked beans and pies...
The tears well up in my eyes!
And the gas in my tum
Which is stretched like a drum
Barbecue, baked beans and pies...
The tears well up in my eyes!
And the gas in my tum
Which is stretched like a drum
is about to blow up to the skies.
New York's had twelve days of rain
And they say it'll be starting again...
New York's had twelve days of rain
And they say it'll be starting again
Lets bottle it up
So folks can it sup
In Wisconsin, Arizona and Maine
Sunshine through my window makes me happy....
