I'm on my knees,
The smell of your fresh cut grass,
Your blue sky grins
For all its sins
Look another gorgeous levi ass
July people come and go
It looks like another perfect day
Just to see your
July please try your best to stay
And a mongrel begins to bark
At a wino in the park
And his owner doesn't care
'Cause he really isn't there?????.
Oh! ma ma ma,oh! ma ma ma,oh! ma ma ma
July, fizz bombs in my mouth,
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greyhound skirt (and all the boys go)
And a baby sucks its thumb
To the sound of a steel drum
And fountain water gush
Through the thick bull rush (everybody)
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