we proved ourselves, we showed results
and love to us was clinical
Long ago we gave up getting our kicks
into a sloppy teenage scene
Gossiping and having crushes,
dimming lights to hide our blushes
My God, I thought I was sixteen
turned the green buds into
This crazy summer is over
No more bees, no more clover
And the rope at the swimming hole
Swings by the weight of the wind
Skidmore girls come back to town,
all the freaks head underground
And we who are free swing
like the rope on that tree
We danced and played some tennis,
made love with Fred or Dennis
and ate a whole lot of food.
We put our bodies to the sun
And everyone we swam dressed
And the New York City ballet dancers
danced for all the neighborhood cancers
who were celebrating their
And all that sun brought dope and lust
This crazy summer is past now
Sunrise to sunset is fading fast now
So bring back the bagels,
let's have another Bernal equinox.
bring back the dope and the rope.