i was dreaming baby we were in an old car yeah we had the windows rolled down yeah our skin was stickin to the vinyl seats yeah a long-dead dog of mine was drippin slobber in the back it
was summer man so long ago following spitboy around on their summer tour empty ginseng-up bottles on the floor clinking around my feet
oh way back when in the days of cassettes man mike deeeee was always blastin from the dash oh to have those days again yeah
cut-off dickies and vans no shirt for me no chest hair either and you baby you
in a tight ass wifebeater so skinny and popular just us spending our parents' money like it was our own oh
man i miss those days
man i miss those
but the police killed the punk rockers in tompkins square and just like us everything had to change i suppose
diet for a new america became business law textbooks and i never looked back until it was too late baby until it was way too fuckin late