August is over
And on to September
October is warmer
In freakier winters, in freakier winters
I'd fall underground and go down down down down down down
Twenty three over,
I'm turning around it gets seventy seven
Till I turn one hundred
Till I turn one hundred
I'm holding my breath
That I'll never turn one hundred years
August is over
And on to September
October is warmer
In freakier winters
In nuclear winters
I'd fall underground and go down, down, down, down, down.