There's something about an ice cold Sunkist
really right out of the can
or the bottle always revs my throttle,
takes me right back to the time when I was just a little boy.
I didn't have no bills to pay,
no monkey on my back,
no slippery "what have I done"s to throw me off the track,
just sandbox, sunshine,
Bactine on my cuts, and joy.
What happened to those days I guess I changed my ways.
It used to be so easy just to have a good time.
Now, it's dog day afternoons and window shades,
cigarette burns, scars, and razor blades.
Slaying the competition staying ahead of the game,
up at the crack of dawn, getting on aero-planes,
driving em straight to the top of the world no-matter-what-the-cost.
Playing the part of the king of the damned in the land of the lost.
But if you ask me how I'm doing I'll smile and say fine.
I can't get to sleep, I'm trying to get it back together.
A year or two or three in the sun might make anything better,
Keep my options open just to be on the safe side.
I'm kicking around in the sandbox with my friend's
only the heat and hear that ice cream man's truck coming down the street.
I don't think anything could ever sound so sweet.
What happened to those days I guess I changed my ways.
It used to be so easy just to have a good time.
Now, it's dog day afternoons and window shades,
and cigarette burns, scars, and razor blades.
Slaying the competition staying ahead of the game,
up at the crack of dawn, getting on aero-planes,
driving em straight to the top of the world no-matter-what-the-cost.
Playing the part of the king of the damned in the land of the lost.
But if you ask me how I'm doing I'll smile and say fine.
There's something about an ice cold Sunkist
really right out of the can
or the bottle always revs my throttle,
takes me right back to the time when I was just a little boy.