Hello, it's Nostalgia Critic.
Everybody back then said, I wonder why
knocking will they lock up his door?
It's a seasonal depression,
And if you sleep long, drink a little harder
Then the tiny days will dwindle
give a shout for the summer
to the trouble and strife
And I'm up for the summer
an ice -cold animal keeping me down
And only one thing keeps me breathing,
where a dream would kick it out
So it's alright, every single year
Yeah, but this time I'll be sitting waiting with
a ball of bright sunshine under my canes
give a shout for the summer
to the trouble and strife
The outdoors is beckoning,
A vote for the summer is a vote for life
give a shout for the summer
to the trouble and strife
The outdoors is beckoning,
For the summer is a vote for love
give a shout for the summer
to the trouble and strife
The outdoors is blackened
There's no bedroom in the room