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 downwards 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