lemon gin corn fields plowed under cigarettes southern comfort with your friends behind the bleachers tonight there s a dance he s gonna be there in the high school gym it s almost summer almost warm enough to swim backyards are waiting he s got your name he s got your number he s got your name he s got your number the sun sets across the parking lot walking cool with your friends avoid the rent a cops even though you re innocent the night is waiting here he comes you re a little nervous here he comes well you re getting up the courage yeah the music sucks but he s your salvation cherry lip gloss and you re what he s tasting yeah yeah yeah yeah you re in his car getting high pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light super toke gets smoke in his eyes your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly you re puking out the door with your pants around your knees but he s a nice boy so he drops you on your street i can t believe it looks like you blew it he s got your name he s got your number he s driving away aw what a bummer yeah yeah yeah yeah so you stumble home but you don t quite make it you wake up on the lawn of your next door neighbors the sun is warm it s almost summer yeah