[Verse 1]
Summertime fun in a pool of holy water
Baptizing in the hangout of God
Circulating slowly like the cap of a hub
Wash down the stale tap at a trip to the pub
Later sinking in the bathtub and the surface of bubbles
You barely got past your lawn, it's a showcase of rubble
[Bridge]
Now you're making some joe
And you sit down on your sofa alone
[Verse 2]
You get bored watching Frasier
So you head down to the pool hall
Cause you're such a f**ing champ at billiards
But you feel a cramp seeing
That the room is empty
Like a scene that you'd see on a billboard
[Chorus]
You want a girl in a dress
But your house is a mess
And you can't surmount addictions within
You want a babe with long locks
But your dough goes to schlock
And you can't even manage to stay thin
Now you're making some joe
And you sit down on your sofa alone
[Chorus]