Mean old meter maids in parking fees
Talking like the parrots in the trees
Tiny distant people swimming in the summer breeze
All the little glitter on the water makes me sneeze

Bulgy rented boats with college boys
Showing off their women like they're toys
The wind will carry fragments of their fraternizing noise
I wonder how many people like me they will employ

Midday Moon, early June, hear my tune, I'll see you soon
Goodness sake, I'll be late if you always make me hesitate

Barely got a dollar to my name
Don't think much of money or of fame
Won't take long till things go wrong and I just catch the blame
If I leave tomorrow, would this place remain the same

Midday Moon, early June, hear my tune, I'll see you soon
Goodness sake, I'll be late if you always make me hesitate