I peeled off my face, I tore up my room 
I read my own rights and I filled them with glue 
I turned [bad word] into a creepshow 
I peeped at the gods with their bodies all day-glo 

It's summertime 
And it's that time 
To [bad word] and [bad word] 
I'm gonna [bad word] strut [bad word] 
I'm gonna 
 [bad word] my braids, I'm sneezing my brain 
Drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave 
I'm soothing myself inside out 
And I'm wearing my [bad word] inside out 

It's summertime 
And it's that time 
To [bad word] my stuff 
Woo 

People getting touchy while I touch my thighs 
And take a vacation under friendly skies 
With my peacock heart, I want to [bad word] and groan 
Cut and paste all I've ever known 

It's summertime 
And it's that time 
To [bad word] and [bad word] 
I'm gonna [bad word] my stuff 
Oh oh oh oh oh 

With my peacock hands and my tangerine skulls 
And my grizzly bear face and my voice from Target 

And it's summertime 
Gonna [bad word] my stuff 
Gonna [bad word] strut 
Going backwards in time 
With my questionable eyes 
And I'm drinking my grave 
And I stood on my face