On hot summer days, I'd die to sing, And chat and yell. Oh, hear our voices ring. My friends and I do have Such a glorious time.
Older ones are naughty, And often commit a crime.
On hot summer days, I yearn to run about. I play with the kid next door, She really ain't a bad old scout. Now our teacher ain't here, Reminding us that ain't ain't in the dictionary. Now we ain't forced to stay inside Spending our time playing Pictionary. On hot summer days, I'd die to sing, And chat and yell.