Blenders Summer Sounds
Those summer sounds in my northern home
Turn the TV off, hang up the phone
Come on, get up, get out, and don't be missing
Those summer sounds, just take a listen
Lovers swing, sipping ice-tea
Melodies of love are soaking in the air
We're overheating, the water's calling
Let's go down to the lake
And drown our troubles there
Well the fall is fine, but winter's long before the
spring
I do believe that summertime's my thing, oh yeah
Someone's yelling, I think the old man
What's he saying underneath that lawnmower's grind?
(I don't know)
The neghbor kids, they're pounding out a tree fort
The boys from Barnsville got their hot-rods revin' high
Well you may think it's noise but this is song to me
I've been cooped up in this box and now I'm free
Those summer sounds in my northern home
Turn the TV off, hang up the phone
Come on, get up, get out, and don't be missing
Those summer sounds, just take a listen
The family's here, it's time for feasting
The crackling air of the backyard barbeque is oh, so
fine
These are the sounds I treasure all year
I'm holding on as cool November rolls on by
Well the fall is fine, but winter's long before the
spring
Oh, I love the sounds that summers always bring
Those summer sounds in my northern home
Turn the TV off, hang up the phone
Come on, get up, get out, and don't be missing
Those summer sounds, just take a listen
