Suburban Summer Polka letra

You can jog your way to freedom
It's not going to come fast
If it even comes at all
You can bet that it won't last
So you call my way on monday
Just to make sure i'm alright
I think everything is fine
Until i have to hear that voice of yours

And i thumbed my way to philly
'cause i figured, what the hell
I was half bored and half dead
Living home was going well
And i do not have to tell you
It was not a pleasant ride
But you know that if i had the chance
I would take it again twice

And you can dance your way to romance
But it will not get you far
And i met some awful dancers
Who had awfully fancy cars
They said that if you have a car
Then you will always have a date
And by then i had a bicycle
And that worked just as great

'cause you can ride your way to health
But if your insides don't agree
Then you may as well be eating chips
And watching bad tv
And you know if that's the case
And you are feeling kind of rough
Then come over to my house
And we can beat each other up and stuff

And after we will ride
But it will be more of a race
And i will not let you win
So you will punch me in the face

And i will lie my way to heaven
If it gets me through the doors

Mal Blum - Letras

• Baltimore
• Circus Heart Pt. 1
• Circus Heart Pt. 2
• Country Song
• Cut It Off
• Dysmorphic
• Fine!
• Hypocrite
• I Got Drunk
• My Name Is Earthworm
• New Year's Eve
• San Cristobal
• Suburban Summer Polka
• Valentine's Day
• Wait Forever, Baby
• Waiting In Line
• Watercolors
• Weary