It was the sun that woke me up, it was too hot to let me sleep   Now that I'm living downtown and all that concrete traps the heat   Well we were up to seven AM we never agreed what was right   But, hey, I'll see you tomorrow night      When we're playing in the basement   Long-haired girls busting through the front door   'Cause it's just a quiet town   We college books move back home to New York   And you can get around in the heat without using no public transport   'Cause my house is downhill from everywhere here       Nothing more and nothing less   than the finest months you ever put to rest   I'll be sweating out for days and hoping you'll be back when summer's over      Put down the bottles and pick up six-string   'Cause so far it's the only thing that brings us more   Than whatever's cool we're stuck in (?)   Take off my collar and I play for ten   Maybe I'll work in hours just to get to the end.   Now I'm back to broken strings from note bends      Ohhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling    when the band plays everyone's favourite song   Ohhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling    when the band plays everyone's favourite song   Ohhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling    when the band plays everyone's favourite song   Ohhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling    when the band plays everyone's favourite song