Hot summer day

Nothing but time to kill

Mama says get outta here

Don't come back til supper time

Me and Jake

We hit the road

Black dirt bike

Yellow mag spokes

No clouds, no cover

Sweatin down my back

Hot asphalt like a

River of black

Jumpin over pot holes

Bombing down hills

Hopping over curbs

Bombing down hills

You don't wanna know

Where we BEEN ALL DAY

Yeah you don't wanna know

Where we been all day

Getting hungry, getting tired

Head to the gas station

How much can you get

With a five dollar bill

Slim Jims and Orange Crush

Sitting in the shade

Squinting at the sun

Jake says he knows a place

Where we can throw some rocks

Out behind the sewer pipes

No one ever goes there

Riding on the gravel

Dusty as hell

Nobody ever goes here

But the bums and stoners

You don't wanna know

Where we been all day

Throwing rocks at trains

Where we been all day

Hopping over pot holes

Bombing down hills

Nothing else to do

On a hot summer day

Hot summer day

Killing time

Throwing rocks

And bombing down hils