Stripped away from all those fancy days
They didn't move me, they just made the wait a little longer
Now it's time
To go back to something more bitter
Old summertime
Will you call me back?
And sing to me one more time the words
You could make it your own song Make it your own song
Make it your own song
So give it to me one more time the world
We could make it our own song
Make it our own song, make it our own song
Or else say goodbye to summertime
A herd of memories of sun, memories of sun, memories of sun
Stripped away from all those fancy days
They didn't move me, they just made the wait a little longer
Now it's time
To go back to something more bitter