It was the fourth of July
And all the world was right
Little Jimmy had his cherry bombs
And Timmy had his right and wrongs
Daddy lit the grill as daisy smiled with thrill
How was I supposed to feel
The rockets red glare caught me so unaware
And the blue fountain spray blew my breath away
The twinkle of our well lit sky
Is the mirror of time gone by
And I'm laying here wondering
Why?
Why?
About the boy who yelled grenade
Way back in the 7th grade
Nothing could take my mind off of the whites of your eyes
The rockets red glare caught me so unaware
And the blue fountain spray blew my breath away
Why?
About the boy who yelled grenade
Way back in the 7th grade
Nothing could take my mind off of the whites of your eyes
The rockets red glare caught me so unaware
And the blue fountain spray blew my breath away
And the blue fountain spray blew my breath away