Sunday Fever

I wait in my bedroom,

for everyone to fall a sleep.

I make for the door,

I take my chances with the geek.

Outside it is raining,

freedom static from the trees.

I'm feeling o.k.,

I know she's waiting there for me.

Forgot it's her birthday,

She's angry cause I'm very late.

I buy her a drink,

I'm chasing colors in her hair.

I wish she was someone,

then I really just don't care.

The name of the song,

It's not the same for every one.

I'm a neo-retro-styler,

spending sundays with my mother,

I wish I was Steven Tyler...

this is who I am.

I'm a little moody sometimes,

act a little funny sometimes,

I wish I was mellow yellow...

this is who I am.

Dad's reading the paper,

Mother's seating by the phone,

they look at each other,

wonder when I'm coming home.

But I'm not in the mood,

spreading sunday fever,

I want to get hi,

and spend the summer in the sky