You might think it's awful    As a sour apple    So baby pucker up and throw it away       You might think it's no big deal    And now there's nothing real,    And that's all that I'm saying       Tell me, if you might think it all but over   Tell me, If you're considered gone for the summer       Don't do me any favors    Besides they're overrated    Just keep walkin on   In your parade       Carrying that big baton   Boy you're really #1    But you're goin the wrong way       Tell me, if you might think it all but over   Tell me, If you're considered gone for the summer    Tell me, Before I burn this cigarette    And throw the ashes on the ground.       You might think you're somethin    But I think you're nothin    Maybe we're better off    Dividing a few things    And then when it's over    And you're much older    You might notice a couple things