I want to give a game ball out to Jason for thinking of putting his lyrics up, and a half a game ball to Mauer for realizing to do it before I did.  After all, this is a songwriting competition.  That being said, I will post mine in this blog as well.  Game ball also goes out to Charlie for garnering some solid press for his efforts thus far, check out his blog to see what I am talking about.

You might be wondering why when you click on the tab on my page that says “Read Their Blog,” it takes you to Dan Walkner’s Blog.  Well the truth is that Dan and I are actually the same person.  Some nights I am the mild mannered, polite, sober, punctual singer of The Mighty Short Bus.  But others, I am the hard drinking, skull crackin’, lady killin’, slide guitar slingin’, blues singin’ monster badass in Clovis Man.  Notice how you never see us in the same room at the same time???  Well now the secret is out, so come see me play in both of my forms.  But don’t tell me about this when I am Dan, I will probably pretend like I don’t know what you are talking about.

I’ll see if the webmasters at 105.5 can fix the blog glitch.

Here are the lyrics

Nothin But The Summertime words/music; Frank Busch

I don’t remember, the last thing you said to me.

I think its safe to say, it was just as soft and sweet,

As your sun-drenched skin, and your long dark hair

No one ever looked so good, just lying around in their underwear

I must apologize for my forward speak and my one track mind, you see,

I can’t stop staring, when all you’re wearing is…

The summertime,

We’ll move in slow motion.

It blows my mind

How you smell like sugar and suntan lotion

I’ll never find,

Anyone who looks as fine as you,

Wearing nothing, but the summertime.

I know a place, its not too far away,

Its got trees and they’ve got leaves

Blockin’ the view from the old highway

It’s just an old fishin’ hole my grandpa used to show me when I was young..

When I was young.

You and I should take a drive with a picnic blanket and a bottle of wine.

Do some truth or darin’, till all we’re wearin is..

The summertime

Tramps like us got nothing to lose

It blows my mind

How you shake off your dress and my summertime blues

I’ll never find

Anyone who looks as fine as you,

Wearin nothing, but the summertime

I can’t help starin, when all your wearin is…

The summertime,

You’re the only thing better than Barbeque

You blow my mind

That’s why I fell in love with you..

I’ll never find,

Anyone who looks as fine as you,

Wearing nothing, but the summertime.