Fourth Sunday In June

Fourth Sunday in June
Fourth Sunday in June
Fourth Sunday in June
Fourth Sunday in June

Here She comes again
Hotter than the Summer's wind
Hottest sun sets in the West
Fourth Sunday in June
Here she comes again

Shabadabbadoo

Her engines rev like a G35
Riffs & Licks feel like mine
She keeps her power all to herself
No soap, no towels...
Just an empty shelf

She fills you with this hope
To disappoint you like a dope
When she shoots you a bird
Saying it was just a joke

She passes you a joint
But she won't take a toke,
As she pops another pill
And always says she won't

Shabadabbadoo

Fourth Sunday in June
Here She comes again
Hotter than the Summer's wind
Hottest sun sets in the West
Fourth Sunday in June
Here she comes again

Another year has gone
Like yesterdays fly
The only good to come
Mr. Boston went Bye Bye!

Inside you, you just knew
There was something wrong
Though it felt so, so true
What was giving you some sleep
Was slowly killing you
She woke you up
And then had to go
She wanted more
But not as much as you
A weekend trip
Was just too much to ask
A trip to the john
Equaled the task
To a mutually inclusive
Head game blast

Fourth Sunday in June
Here She comes again
Hotter than the Summer's wind
Hottest sun sets in the West
Fourth Sunday in June
Here she comes again

Shabadabbadoo

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