Walking by the McDonalds
Licking an ice cream cone
It's vanilla
Like his skin
There's a creeper behind him
Wearing some shades
Probably wants the kid
He has ice cream too
But NO, Ryan says
He's holding kid's hand
Wearing some sandals.

Every day, it just seems like you and I,
Will break down inside, if you want.
Sometimes, it feels like we're going to.
The pain inside, it feels like a stab.
I can't run away from you.
That's why you're a *****.

The summer breeze blows through my beard,
Some people may think, it's kind of weird.
Alas, I don't care, as I whip my hair.
Let's go get some bbq and get busy.