Summertime

I peeled off my face, I tore up my room I read my own rights and I filled them with glue I turned the commercial into a creepshow I peeped at the Gods with their bodies all day-glow It's summertime And it's the time To strut and strum I'm gonna strut strut strut I'm combing my braids, I'm sneezing my brains Drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave I'm wearing myself inside out And I'm wearing my welcome inside out It's summertime And it's the time To strut my stuff Woo! People getting touchy when I touch my thighs And take a vacation under friendly skies With my peacock heart, I want to grunt and groan Cut and paste all I've ever known It's summertime And it's that time To strut and strum I'm gonna strut my stuff Oh oh oh oh oh With my peacock hands and my tangerine skulls And my grizzly bear face and my voice from Target Summertime Gonna strut my stuff I'm gonna strut strut Going backwards in time With my questionable eyes And I'm drinking my grave And I stood on my face