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-glo

It's summertime

And it's that time
To strut and strum
I'm gonna strut strut strut

I'm gonna

I'm combing my braids, I'm sneezing my brain

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 that time

To strut my stuff
Woo


People getting touchy when I touch my thighs
And take a vacation under friendly skies
With my pea@@#! 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 pea@@#! 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