Lucky Star

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