It's a Pencil, What Did You Expect

Give me booze I hear some jazz I'm going to go start a fire Give me paper I'm going to roll a blunt for both things I'll need a lighter I hate the fact that I can't drink I'm a terrible dancer I hate the fact I won't be here in spring, I'll be home making some pasta Ah what kind of things were you expecting Ah I thought it would last forever Ah what kind of climate were you hoping Ah how I wish that it was summer Give me booze I hear some jazz I'm going to go start a fire Give me paper I'm going to roll a blunt for both things I'll need a lighter I hate the fact that I can't drink I'm a terrible dancer I hate the fact I won't be here in spring, I'll be home making some pasta Ah what kind of things were you expecting Ah I thought it would last forever Ah what kind of climate were you hoping Ah I just wish that it was summer