text: This is joy, this is summer
  Keep alive, stay alive
  Got your metal on , were alone
  Making sweet love, takin time
  Til God strikes us
  Thats a pretty fuckin fast year flew by
  Thats a pretty long third gear in this car
  Glidin on the 5
  The deer run across, kill the headlights
  Pretty fuckin, underneath moonlight now
  Pretty fuckin, sunrise in sight
  In comes the morning, haunting us with the beams
  Solstice aint as far as it used to be
  It begins to blur, we get older 
  Summers not as long as it used to be
  Everyday counts like crazy 
  Wanna get soaked?
  Wanna film a tape on a speed boat?
  We smell of Californication 
  Everything grows in the Congo
  Everything grows 
  Can you come when I call again?
  On comes the evening, gold seeking ends
  Piece in my hand worth twice than a friend
  And two limbs over shoulder, carried away
  Because Im stronger and the Congo is dim 
  In comes the morning, ah 
  In comes the morning, ah