Paralyzed by ancient delight
And riding for a fall today
I am dressed in style, so eager in mind
But furthermore distracted by you

And it's like I lose myself
In dreaming of summer days in bloom
Oh, I've got no clue how I could fight that
All that I am is worth a dime, worth a dime

This liquid lunch will not stop my punch
 [bad word] quality to doze while [bad word] 
It is thirty nine degrees in my mind
It's thirty thousand miles more to go

'Cause it's like I lose myself
In dreaming of summer days in bloom
For I've got no clue whatever happened
All that I am is worth a dime, worth a dime