Hanging out in the attic I'm not getting any better at it But I can still play the drum set And throw four to the floor And I won’t play the harmonica If you don’t play the melodica We can never get far enough Away away away from Are you ready for the summer Of your dreams, yeah This chord will be gone tomorrow Because it’s everyone’s to borrow But you can still be the star of My big autumn breakdown So clap your hands like you wanted to And the silence won’t bother you But a song won’t father you And your mother is already gone I know folks who can get us pot Said a friend who never said a lot Sally forth and forget me not Said somebody else If we tear down Babylon Remember, we were only having fun Said the boy with no towel on As he climbed out of a car