Well times were hard
And money was tight
But that doesn't mean we have to stay in at night
Because now the summer's returned to town
We won't let no money get us down
Our bikes we can ride till we've left behind
The city's noise and dead end grind
Lay that blanket on the ground
Move to the groove and baby, get down
I'll keep you under my hat
And you and me
We won't get wet
When the clouds go black
And the sky opens up
You and me can squeeze close up