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Summertime Melodies

(John Cog)
September 6, 2010
John Cog
      From the musical, "Brother John Reborn!"
        A lazy, hot day, a hundred an' nine, they say.
        It's crazy stayin' out on the street. Now sweet thing,

        Move to what's cool, and you'll hear the music,
        An' some fine Summertime Melodies.

        A cool breeze. Some hundred degree,
        Sun refugee, sweet melodies.

        See dudes and babes who make waves in heat, they're meat.
        Tender an' raw, such a waste. Face it, ain't no

        Place in that sun, 'less you like it well done.
        Rest awhile, take a lesson from me.

        A lesson for free. Special delivery.
        So listen to me, and you will see

        Some folks, who call us lazy good-for-nothins',
        Say, "Run around, get up, get out. Hit the road an' get lost!"

        "Stay away from that blue sky high," that's what they say.
        Get away from these good times? Why? We can't get away,

        Two lazies sittin', spikin' up a hard lemonade,
        Sippin', and a-soakin' in the shade.

        Now we got it made. Yeah, ain't gettin' paid for this serenade,
        And we get uptight in high fahrenheit, try centigrade.

        Mm-hm, that's well-played,
        Mm, that's tailor-made. Whatever...

        One says, "It's sunny." And some like it hot.
        Ooh, we'll do it cool everywhere. Freezin' air

        From AC, it's key, you see we get up and peel off these
        BVDs, Summertime Melodies.

        That's somethin' to see, eventually, you can't disagree, so listen to me,
        An' we will be free, an' baby, you'll see that maybe

        Some folks, they call us lazy good-for-nothins',
        Say, "Run around, get up, get out now. Hit the road 'n get lost!"

        "Stay away from that blue sky high," that's what they say.
        Get away from these good times? Why? We can't get away,

        Too lazies sittin', spikin' up a hard lemonade,
        Sippin' and a-soakin' in the shade. Damn lazy dude 'n baby

        Sittin', spikin' up a hard lemonade,
        Still chillin' in the shade.

        Makin' the grade. We ain't overpaid,
        Ain't gettin laid off, ain't afraid.

        Jus' stay in the shade. No rough trade.
        A shady parade, fadin' away, no sunny arcade.


        (c) 2010 John Coggeshall
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