Summer nights. And the living is high And wouldn't you know it? There's big old full Moon risin' up in the sky And you know it's right the perfect night For homemade ice cream
I can see those lightning buzz and the river flow There's an old harmonica playing soft and low And folks back home out on the front porch Eatin' homemade ice cream
But it's a shame that it's only in my mind 'Cause I'm stuck up here in the city Don't you know it's a pity? I'm grounded in making homemade ice cream
