It's summer The hair's grown in On my upper thigh Just like so much corn In late July But is it summer I'm shaking and my feet are bitter cold I need some fries to go with that shake I need to grease back my hair Or let it whip in my face Let it whip my face I love you Baby, I love you I love you Baby, I love you We'll stock up on canned goods And move to the woods We'll find a piece of land And quit this f**ing band I love you Baby, I love you I love you Baby, I love you