Oh, oh, in California the summer's always cold
Feels more like the Poconos in June
I ran away too soon

I'll come back, pick me up, be waiting on the tarmac
Why do they pack the airplanes like sardines and millennial queens?

If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I'm almost there

August, it came and went and left us in the dust
I know it feels like love, baby it's lust, August

September all that we got now is wet hot American summer
Throw it on me like an Afghan from your mother
Stay under it

If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I'm almost there

Got my bus fare, go to the corner take the Lucky Star
Up the northeast corridor
Back to Boston
You'll be waiting there
Meet me at the Lizard, get a drink and stumble home

I, I'll die if you tell the world about my third eye
Wanna keep it a secret 'til July
My funny third eye

If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I'm almost where
If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I'm almost where
I thought I would be by now

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Writer(s): Aoife Maria O'Donovan