I loll on the porch swing   tall mint julep in hand   listening to the beach boys   - why don't they understand?   this is not what I call summer   summer it's infinitely less than      we get one real summer   only one in our time   full of wine and wonder   - you were mine   we get one real summer   ridiculous and sublime   before we go under   - you were mine      I may drive my woody   down to sandcastle beach   with my brave new boyfriend   but love is out of reach   who lives in these crumbling castles?   summer's promise honored in the breach      so lost without you   haven't a clue what to do      octagons fall from the sun   as we run through the grass   let weathermen blether   this forecast is o'ercast   and the beach boys?   hell, they might as well play "winter wonderland"   summer, my ass