Who do I listen to?
Does anybody have a clue?
When you rip through your dancing shoes
And you´re tiptoeing through everybody else´s news

Say, "What you chewin´ on lately?"
Elastic attention with no definition
No clear intention
I puddle jump, I puddle jump, reflection to reflection
Till I feel connection, my ego is a weapon, and I

Got the sun on my back, and it´s summer in America
And I
Got the sun on my back, and it´s summer in America
Oh, I

La-la-la, yeah
La-la-la
La-la-la
(Yeah, I told ´em I said)

I got a bad case of envy, been getting pretty skinny
I´m like a buck forty soakin´ wet, need therapy within me
I´m a face and a body, a human, a human
"Oh boy, you need Jesus, what the hell are ya doin´?"
And I was going to the party, where the DJ would play
And Jonny said, "More parties in the USA," and now I

I stumble the streets, and it´s summer in America
And I
No, I can´t feel a thing, and it´s summer in America
Oh, why?

La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
(I was walking home)

The parking lot is vacant
Except a single car with two young lovers making vows on the tar
And I take a photo walking by, memorize their shape
It´s a blurry mess of love and jest, it´s all I´m left to trace, and now I

I stumble the streets, and it´s summer in America
And I
The sun´s on my back, and it´s summer in America
And I

I can´t find love, and it´s summer in America

Somebody take me in
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la