Remy Bond - Summer Song

Текст песни

In the summertime
Driving up the west coast
Me and my valentine
We ain't got no place to go
Nothing ahead but the open road
Ohhhhh
They’re in the bad lands looking for me
We're in the city getting high with the freaks
Put the juke box back on Lou Reed
I'm free

Hey, it’s my life
Hold on tight