Steal My Sunshine

How come our dad is so old, and he still plays alternative rock?

Yeah, and Uncle Sweet pea too, why don't they just get real jobs?

I know, right? What's up with that?

I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week

Indulging in my self-defeat

My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted, wrong and beat

A comfortable three feet deep

Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week

Impaired my tribal lunar speak

And of course, you can't become if you only say what you would have done

So, I missed a million miles of fun

I know it's up for me (If you steal my sunshine)

Making sure I'm not in too deep (If you steal my sunshine)

Keeping versed and on my feet (If you steal my sunshine)

Oh, rock and roll, man!

Yeah, rock and roll, bro!

I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street

L-A-T-E-R that week

My sticky paws were making straws out of big fat slurpy treats

Incredible eight-foot heap

Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat

Involved an under usual feat

And I'm not only among, but I invite who I want to come

So, I missed a million miles of fun

I know it's up for me (If you steal my sunshine)

Making sure I'm not in too deep (If you steal my sunshine)

Keeping versed and on my feet (If you steal my sunshine)

I know it's done for me (If you steal my sunshine)

Not some, and it's hard to see (If you steal my sunshine)

Keeping dumb and built to beat (If you steal my sunshine)

Sunshine

My sunshine

Sunshine

My sunshine

Sunshine

My sunshine

Sunshine

My sunshine