Wet Hot Howland Summer

Chill night on the lake
Everyone is liquored up
Vanilla Coke and Fireball
Mixed in my red cup
Gonna have some fun
Slip and slide down the hill
Watch the wrestling match
Featuring T-Trill
Smooth the ringleader
Bringing the squad to Tomahawk
Yo «news team assemble»
Got the pad on lock
Cigars and booze
Music bumping down the drive
While everyone is screaming
«What a time to be alive»
This is for the nights
Where we stare at the ceiling
I’m full of alcohol
And I’ve lost all feeling
I know that I’m troubled
You better stay away, stay away
If everything stays this way
It’ll be another summer day
Fireworks going off on my Instagram and
Honey you were jealous I was confident again
Nobody ever saw you were a suspect
Break a heart or show yourself a little self respect
It was the same old story and same old me
Who wanted you to sink your teeth into misery
I’m a bit more mature and a little less bitter
Your problems won’t go away with any glitter