HM/GK:
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Sitting on your patio
With a glass of wine
You feel no creepy-crawliness
And that's a very good sign
That you do not have Lymes disease
In the good, old summertime.
GK: Didn't she say she'd be home by nine?
HM: That's when the movie ended, yes---
GK: Who'd she go with?
HM: Didn't you talk to him?
GK: Briefly.
HM: Dennis? David?
GK: No, Brian.
HM: Are you serious? She went with Brian??
GK: I'm sure. Who is he?
HM: I hope it's not the Brian who had the DWI.
GK: The spiderweb tattoos on his neck?
HM: That's him.
HM/GK:
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
They just found a virus
Transmitted by felines
It starts with feelings of fatigue
And then a sharp decline
There is no treatment and you're gone
In about one summertime.
GK: How do you feel?
HM: Tired.
GK: Me too.
HM: The contractor came today.
GK: Oh?
HM: To look at the leak around the windows.
GK: Do we need to replace them?
HM: It's not the windows, it's the roof. It's leaking down into the walls.
GK: Which wall?
HM: All of them. There's a deadly fungus growing.
GK: What can we do?
HM: They have to tear the house down and burn it.
GK: Really-----
HM: Really.
HM/GK:
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
I just read an article
Posted there online
It said that global warming
On Antarctica's coastline
Means that in a hundred years
It will always be summertime
GK: Well, what can we do? Deadly fungus, global warming, Lyme disease, plus the Brian problem.
HM: All we can do is try to stay positive and enjoy life as best we can.
GK: I think you're right.
HM/GK:
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Sitting on the patio
In the bright sunshine
It may cause skin cancer
If you live to sixty-nine
So we'll just take it day by day
In the good old summertime