Analog summer! Texting ain’t words!
Facebook is for weenies and The Twitter is for nerds
Crank up the AM! Wax up your Jarts!
I don’t need an app to help me name all my farts
Raided my Ol’ Grandad, keep it in a flask
Gonna wear a mood ring, gonna grow a ‘stache
Analog summer! Got any weed?
No worries if you don’t (but it’d be cooler if you did)
My ham radio squawks to a dude in Trinidad
We’re fresh out of Effexor so we might get really sad
Our kids been free all day, grabbed their bikes and then took flight
Excuse me and the missus for some afternoon delight
Analog summer, suck my fucking balls
Dropped my iPhone in the hot tub, I shan’t be taking calls
I SHAN’T BE TAKING CALLS!