Soon as the river ice melts
We come to crash the party like Fred Phelps
God Hates Legs
Girls in miniskirts
Flirting on the Ave
Whenever they scream — yeah!
Still wouldn't rather be anywhere else
Four months a year,
We turn it inside out
Eight months a year we don't leave the house
Turn white like the rabbits till it's May
Soon as the patio's open
We find our bliss like we're Deepak Chop-rin'
So hot on the Black Dog Rooftop
The Ave looks like San Fran from up here
Don't drop your beer
Or you'll get Fish Griwkowsky'd
Then we cross bridges like the Big Lebowski
Over the river, runs through our psyche
With joggers daily, jumpers nightly.
Soon as the festivals start
We park are cars for some public art
Locavores embark on farmers markets
Green onion cakes, a moving target
But they turn the square into a public space
Christian pamphlets to wipe our faces
By the grace of the summer -- Amen
Written in March with my heart achin'.
When the Folk Fest concludes
We know the winter blues resume soon
Looming, but until then
Never let it ruin our mood so soon
So let the tip of your glasses kiss
There's still lots of time
To get smashed to bits
Hearty people with a heart of hearts, then
Fresh snow sends us back to our cars and apartments
released November 17, 2012
Written by Omar Mouallem. Produced by Dan Currie. Mixed by Ziko Ghost.