The Good Times Are Over

Is she looking straight at me, or is it my imagination

Some kind of illusion, or prestidigitation

I cross the room to a standing ovation

A hesitation at my sudden invitation

I'll be an engine, tug your caboose

Two legs hypotenuse

Come on baby, put me to use

Don't vamoose

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't say the good times are over

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't tell me the summer's over

The smell of the lawn makes you flop down on it

The summertime car has the top down on it

Damn, genuine girl pulling sinister tricks

She's American as 3.1416

Hand on my throttle

Leave the city behind

There's not a lot in the bottle

Not a lot on my mind

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't say the good times are over

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't tell me the summer's over

Away, oh, away, oh

You are my personal miracle

I fall for all of your charms

I worship you like an Eastern goddess

The one with all the arms

Little problems in this world

But none of them are mine

Whisper me your life story

Baby, yes, yes, we're killing time

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't say the good times are over

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't tell me the summer's over

Away, oh, away, oh

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't say the good times are over

Away, oh, away, oh

Don't tell me the summer's over