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