Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower   Somewhere in april time, they add another hour      I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my time   Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summer time   Should I go fishing or get a friend to hang around   It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around      Getting drunk out on the bach, or playing in a band   And getting out of school meant getting out of hand      Was this your celebrated summer? was that your celebrated summer?       Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds   I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there      Do you remember when the first snowfall fell   When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell?