When I spend the summer on you We were in love with the sun We were in love with the sun, sippin' on coke and rum Way head up in the clouds but when I look back now Ain't nothing else I would do Our troubles all under rocks Our troubles all under rocks,

Trouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?