The Kings Of Summer Street Lyrics
Bob Bennett & Don Henry
© 2000 Bright Avenue Songs (ASCAP) && Sparklefest 2000/Conway Music Group/Penniless Music (SESAC) All rights administered by Pen Music Group Inc.
I killed my best friend in the yard today
He had it comin', war is hell
I said "I got ya" and he said "No way"
Then we heard my mama yell
I hate tuna, so he ate tune
I'm more a peanut butter man
Soda slurpin', the art of burpin'
Things the girls don't understand
My baby sister, she's an alien
Comes from Uranus I presume
We held her off with the remote control
Then we got bored and watch cartoons
I like Porky Pig, he called me a "dorky pig"
And so we wrestled on the floor
Until the voice of doom
Called from the laundry room
"You boys go take that stuff outdoors"
We are the kings of everything
All we survey, everyone we meet
We are the Kings of Summer Street
Nobody knows that we are famous spies
Big brother is our enemy
He's at a summer camp for Russian guys
So we snuck up to his room to see
His secret girlie files, they were wearing only smiles
Saving democracy is swell
And if he ever finds out
What our mission was all about
Who's he gonna tell?
No girls allowed unless we say so
Grown-ups stick to their own crowd
But what do they know?
We'll always be blood brothers
Live next door to each other
Ruling the kingdom of our neighborhood
Living this royal life is pretty good]
We are the kings of everything
All we survey, everyone we meet
Just him and me, as you can see
We are the Kings of Summer Street
