[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]