Would You Look At the Time?

Summertime, and the livin's easy

Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.​

All people in the dance will agree that we're

Well qualified to represent the L.B.C.​

G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party

Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Me and my girl, we got this relationship

I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit

On lockdown, like a penitentiary

She spreads her lovin' all over and when she gets home

There's none left for me

Summertime, and the livin's easy

Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.​

All people in the dance will agree that we're

Well qualified to represent the L.B.C.​

G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party

Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Represent the L.B.C.​

G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party

Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Oh, take this veil from off my eyes

My burning sun will someday rise

So, what am I gonna be doin' for a while?

Said, "I'm gonna play with myself"

Show them, now, we've come off the shelf

Summertime, and the livin's easy

Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.​

All people in the dance will agree that we're

Well qualified to represent the L.B.C.​

G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party

Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Represent the L.B.C.​

G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party

Dance to the— Stop

Well, at least you called

Some other time, I guess

It's only a marriage

Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely

The ti—

G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party

Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Represent the L.B.C.​

G, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party

Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder