Sunday fever

I wait in my bedroom,
for everyone to fall a sleep.
I make for the door,
I take my chances with the geek.

Outside it is raining,
freedom static from the trees.
I'm feeling o.k.,
I know she's waiting there for me.

Forgot it's her birthday,
She's angry cause I'm very late.

I buy her a drink,
I'm chasing colors in her hair.
I wish she was someone,

then I really just don't care.
The name of the song,
It's not the same for every one.

I'm a neo-retro-styler,

spending sundays with my mother,

I wish I was Steven Tyler...

this is who I am.

I'm a little moody sometimes,
act a little funny sometimes,
I wish I was mellow yellow...
this is who I am.

Dad's reading the paper,
Mother's seating by the phone,
they look at each other,
wonder when I'm coming home.

But I'm not in the mood,
spreading sunday fever,
I want to get hi,
and spend the summer in the sky