She's in the red thing looking pretty   Dancing on stage to Paradise City   She's got a little black box full of money   That she only made just calling me honey      She don't want or need my pity   Dark haired little girl with a stage name Kitty   Last year she was looking damn dune   Let's see how she's looking this summertime.      She'll be at the bottom line   Here comes summertime.      There's a crowd in this neighborhood making noise   Raising hell, up to no good   They all come with the change of the season   And they're all coming for the same old reason.      Won't they ever stop the way they're thinking?   Rocking, smoking pot, get wasted drinkin   Last year they were feeling damn fine   Let's see how they feel this summertime      They'll be at the bottom line   Here comes summertime      I want my summertime   I'll be at the bottom line   Here comes summertime.