Lucky Star Paroles

Pick me up, be waiting on the tarmac Why do they pack the airplanes like sardines
And millennial queens

If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost there

August
It came and went and left us in the dust
I know it feels like love but baby it's lust
August

September
All that we got now is wet hot American summer
Throw it on me like an afghan from your mother
Stay under it

If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost there Back to Boston
You’ll be waiting there
Meet me at the lizard
Get a drink and stumble home

I, I
I’ll die if you tell the world about my third eye
I wanna keep it a secret til July
My funny third eye

If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost there
If I had a little money I would go somewhere
Just a couple coin in the bottom of a mug
Would make me feel like I’m almost where
I thought I would be
By now