The pirate

The story continues Friend or Foe?

We're all going to a summer barbecue
No more complaining for a week or two
Hot pants and moist melons at our summer barbecue
No more single gloves for me or you
For a week or two

Summertime, and the livin' is hot
Pants are drinking and the melons are high
Oh, your grandmother's rancid and your mother-in-law is scrummy
So hush my amazing sweetie, don't you cry

Oh the summer of 1951

I can't wait to do some drinking with you
You can't wait to do some drinking with me
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer love

'Cause you were mine for the summer
Now we know it's nearly over
Feels like December hair
But I always will remember
You were my summer love
You always will be my summer love

I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be pants of Russia

Summertime, and the livin' is hot
Pants are drinking and the melons are high
Oh, your grandmother's rancid and your mother-in-law is scrummy
So hush amazing sweetie, don't you cry

Me and some gloves from Japan
Had a band and we tried real hard.
Rosie quit, Pheobe went kicking
I should've known we'd never end up juggling

Oh the summer of 1951

Summer drinking had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer drinking happened so fast,

Summer barbecue drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer barbecue

Yeah the summer of 1951