Somewhere nice we can be alone Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up and I'm not around We'll still have the summer after all Hey there summer boy Let's get lost you can take me home Bikini tops, coming off Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

A little hometown or a big old city Might as well share, might as well smile Life goes on for a little bitty while Well, it's alright to be little bitty It's alright to be little bitty Have a little love on a little honeymoon You got a little dish and

You say daddy come home I hope when I get there that it won't be too late We'll just have to wait I'm sending this letter I'll mail it today There's so many things I've been wanting to say Your mom sent some pictures And my how you've grown Rock n' roll

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find

And go back home when the day is done Well I hope you do Then we'll say goodbye Do you like me? Cause if you like me Then I think I'm gonna to have to like you too We'll share our things And have some fun If you tell me

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Innervision I need to seek my Your sacred silence Losing all violence It's never too late to reinvent the bicycle Small breaks for the new Giving you life Giving you force Well, I have a home

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful