Showed you quite a bit of what I fear
It's the season in July every year
Children in swings, no rules to adhere
Crack open a case of your man's favorite beer
It's the lack of control in the atmosphere
Handing responsibility to the puppeteer
So far so good, I'm honest, being sincere
But it will happen again this time next year
Until September will I reappear
It's just this time I least persevere  
Showed you quite a bit of what I fear
Thought I had made it pretty clear