I want it to be summer... 1998
Lost in a smoke-filled room
Forgetting everything you know...
If only for a little while
Sitting in a swimming pool
With a bottle of Beam
"Hey there Mama Hensley!"
Didn't see that one coming... damn.
Accusations of a drinking problem
Acceptance of lots of problems
A tighter group, never again
More fun? Not Possible
Hackey sack until you drop
"I'm the double!"
Maybe the devil... who knows?
Makin' out with anybody who would
And anybody who wouldn't

Do I miss it?
Sure
Who wouldn't?

But I'm older now
Feeling older every day
More pressure, less fun
Dreaming of summer... 1998