The spit in the sand And the grit in the dirt And all the guys have to take off their shirts
The moon’s still out But the sun says hello And something is calling outside to go
Crunch, snap, bounce, yell Outdoor ballers start to smell And smiles do go over well
Water cries for to be drunk Everyone hopes that there won’t be skunks And no one gets in a crazy funk
Sunshine, shiny, flying bliss Hoping for that sunset kiss Summertime joy just can’t be missed
