She's in the red thing looking pretty, dancing on stage to paradise city.

She's got a little black box full of money that she only made just calling me "honey".

She don't want or need my pity, darked haired little girl with the stage name Kitty.

Last year she was looking damn fine, let's see how she's looking this summertime.

She'll be at the bottom line. Here comes summertime.

There's a crowd in this neighborhood making noise, rasing hell, up to no good.

They all come with the change of the season and they're all coming for the same old reason.

Won't they ever stop the way they're thinking? Rockin, smoking pot, getting wasted drinking.

Last year they were feeling damn fine. Let's see how they're feeling this summertime.

They'll be at the bottom line. Here comes summertime.

I want my summertime.

I'll be at the bottom line. Here comes summertime.