My friend the
Communist
Holds meetings in
His RV
I can't afford
His gas
So I'm stuck here
Watching TV
I don't have
Digital
I don't have
Diddly squat
It's not having
What you want
It's wanting what
You've got
(I'm gonna soak up)
(The sun)
(I'm gonna)
(Tell everyone)
(To lighten up)
(I'm gonna tell)
('Em that)
(I've got no one)
(To blame)
(Every time)
(I feel lame)
(I'm looking up)
I'm gonna soak up
The sun
I'm gonna soak up
The sun
I've got a
Crummy job
It don't pay near
Enough
To buy the things
It takes
To win me some
Of your love
Every time I turn
Around
I'm looking up
You're looking down
Maybe something's
Wrong with you
That makes you act
The way you do
Maybe you are
Crazy too
(I'm gonna soak up)
(The sun)
(I'm gonna)
(Tell everyone)
(To lighten up)
(I'm gonna tell)
('Em that)
(I've got no one)
(To blame)
(Every time)
(I feel lame)
(I'm looking up)
(I'm gonna)
(Soak up the sun)
(I'm gonna)
(Tell everyone)
(To lighten up)
I'm gonna tell
'Em that
(I've got no one)
(To blame)
(Every time)
(I feel lame)
(I'm looking up)
I'm gonna soak up
The sun
I got my 45 on
So I can rock on...