[Verse 1]

Summertime fun in a pool of holy water

Baptizing in the hangout of God

Circulating slowly like the cap of a hub

Wash down the stale tap at a trip to the pub

Later sinking in the bathtub and the surface of bubbles

You barely got past your lawn, it's a showcase of rubble

[Bridge]

Now you're making some joe

And you sit down on your sofa alone

[Verse 2]

You get bored watching Frasier

So you head down to the pool hall

Cause you're such a fucking champ at billiards

But you feel a cramp seeing

That the room is empty

Like a scene that you'd see on a billboard

[Chorus]

You want a girl in a dress

But your house is a mess

And you can't surmount addictions within

You want a babe with long locks

But your dough goes to schlock

And you can't even manage to stay thin

Now you're making some joe

And you sit down on your sofa alone

[Chorus]