Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower
   Somewhere in April time, they add another hour
  
   I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my time
   Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summer time
   Should I go fishing or get a friend to hang around
   It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around
  
   Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band
   And getting out of school meant getting out of hand
  
   Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer?
  
   Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds
   I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there
  
   Do you remember when the first snowfall fell
   When summer barely had a snowball's chance in Hell?