Flashlight and tornadoes cooling
A bitty cadence, it's a boat loop
Little girl, that you're impressing
Perhaps a stylus or a
curtain would elude
From the truth of our depth a little longer
What a fortunate collapse
of dignity has ensued
We bask in the freedom of our youth
A man searches for a man of clay
And golden light that my name displays
On a marquee of silent films
A man looks for a young
man of light blue clay
Well, it's our summertime
Skippity -do, skippity -do,
do -ri -ay
I saw us in there, were in a gospel church
We broke down at the dance,
the white check
The deacon wore the cap
right off my head
The congregation can lift
the boxes of this
world
The flowers come alive
We do more than just survive
It's your summertime
Skippity -dee, skippity -dee, do you ride?
A woman searches for a man of clay
An d a woman like that my
name displays
On a marquee of silent films
A man looks for a woman
of light blue clay
Well, it's our summer time
Skip -a -dee -doo,
skip -a -dee -doo, do -ri -lay