Young Mister
Have A Great Summer
Dear stranger I’ve seen
A couple of times
In the hallways or cafeteria lines

Why aren’t we friends?
We should totally hang
I wear Chucks, you wear Vans
We’re basically the same

The sun won’t here, forever so
Let it burn you let it turn you into a rosy red glow
I’ll see you next year
If you don’t drop out, move or croak

Have a great Summer, sincerely, I hope
That you have a great Summer, sincerely, I hope
You have the best fucking summer
Have a great Summer
Oh, have a great Summer