The other day, Wipey turned me on to another awesome song from my girls of Northern State... Summer Never Ends (featuring Har Mar Superstar). They're the "three MCs who bring your stereo a little sextasy." Although the song is from 2004, it's new to me.
Half of what Wipey (and I) love about this one is the lyrics. Unfortunately, it proved impossible to find these lyrics anywhere online. So, for Wipey's Christmas present, and for all of Sweet Pickles' readers' pleasure, I actually transcribed these myself (because I have so much free time). When you read these lyrics, you'll understand why we've already designated it the official song of the summer, FOREVER. As we enter the darkest part of winter, this song reminds me there will always be another summer to look forward to. Expect this tune to be featured prominently in Sexy Edward's drive-down playlist for the roadtrip to Perdido. Enjoy!
Hey everybody, can you feel that summer beat?
We’re on the roof so we can feel the summer heat.
Yo, you can jump right in,
Or you can dip your feet.
Three MCs: Hester P., Spero, Sprout, and me
Are gonna bum the f*ck out ‘til the next party,
And give your stereo a little sextasy.
One more time.
Three MCs: Hester P., Spero, Sprout, and me
Are goin’ back to the hot tub permanently
Summer never ends with the trinity.
Summer livin’, in between beats, between sheets.
Open-toed shoes on open-toed streets.
Hear the cops and the Top 40 radio play.
And I’ma wear my white dress ‘cause it’s Labor Day.
And I’m ridin’ with my girls on the music express,
Checkin’ out all the boys that I wanna impress.
So let’s drag-race to the next stop-light,
Cruise around, find out what’s goin’ on tonight.
[CHORUS:] No, we didn’t kill nobody.
We’re just comin’ on like a corpse.
Here’s a scene with the ladies,
And they drink us too the floor.
Trippin’ up the stairway, ain’t nothin’ new to me. A quarter past four.
Never hesitating. Get on your feet, rock your body hard-core.
Yo, check my crew. You know how we do:
Write songs, drink brew, and barbeque.
The party gets more crazy as the night gets darker.
And I’m out with my girls like Sarah Jessica Parker.
Playing cards on the beach, write our names in the sand.
Playing Marshall Tucker song in my cover band.
And when the summer sun sets, and the moon is full,
Then it’s time to night-swim up in the pool.
[repeat CHORUS]
Rule the scene. Get the _____, and the clothes for free.
We’re rollin’ deep in a rented SUV.
Cruising in a zone where we shouldn’t be.
Spittin’ seeds, smokin’ _____, learnin’ dance routines,
Lyin’ out in the sun while at home they freeze.
Summer never ends with the trinity. (“Shotgun. Shotgun.”)
We havin’ fun yet girls? Don’t let the feelin’ fade.
We gotta take it higher than my bangs from eighth grade.
Now we’re makin’ up a dance to our favorite song,
And then we’re writin’ down the words so we can rhyme along.
So you can tell that I’m chillin' by the smile on my face,
‘Cause my life is like an episode of Melrose Place.
And I know that I can learn to live my life without regret.
I put my new _____ on the f*ckin’ Bachelorette.
You know that three is still the magic number (“no wonder”).
And now we’re makin’ noise like the roll of thunder.
So we’ll see ya on the field at the softball games.
When the summer’s over, it’ll never be the same (“yeah, that’s right”).
[repeat CHORUS]
Hit everybody like the shake of thunder.
Girl next door is like the one down under.
_____ _____ _____ _____ intellectually (“yeah, that’s right”).
Hit everybody like the shake of thunder.
Girl next door is like the one down under.
Summer never ends with the trinity (“yeah, that’s right”).
“Best summer ever.”
“Yeah, I definitely agree with that.”
“Oh yeah, summer forever.”
“Best summer ever, dude!”
“Yeah, it’s been great.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“You guys, this is our summer.”
“Totally, man.
“This is our summer.”
“Time to take control.”
“Takin’ over and throwin’ down.”
“Oh, God.”
“We love you, Har Mar.”
“I love Northern State.”
Go to iTunes and BUY IT NOW!! We gotta keep these rhymin' fools in business, yo! And if, after listening to it, any of you ever
say to me again that fall or spring (much less
winter!) is your favorite season, I will take off a flip-flop and slap you with it. People,
there's a reason why nobody writes songs about autumn. Recognize!
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