White man in white pants was dancing
Inside out and lost his ass
A little black girl on black rollerblades
Found his butt and picked it up
And gave it back and said "hey pops,
C'mon down we're having a parade!"
Everybody in this town
Is turning brown, it's summertime
C'mon down we're having a parade
Don't answer your phone, let it sing
And join the orchestra of rings
That will be our soundtrack for today
A million people realize there's better things to do
Than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you
Like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue
Singing "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
Mike bloomberg and jesse jackson
Sit in tompkins square relaxin'
Reach a stalemate start another game
Sarah jessica, tawana,
And the indian jane fonda
Eating mr. softies in the shade
A big fat mama in a thong
And a college girl with nothing on
Share a laugh over a lemonade
Seven foot trannies trading tricks
With business men on pogo sticks
'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!
A million people realizing that reality
Is much more real outside their door than it is on TV
A plethora of specimens have taken to the street
Singing "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
It's summertime in new york city
And the people aren't just plain old pretty
They're hot as hell, I think I'm gonna faint
Even the junkies and the hari krishnas
And the guy who spray paints solar systems
On the backs of plastic paper plates
It's so hot you could fry an egg
On the back of the pit-bull humping my leg
I kinda like it, what more can I say?
'cept here comes hot dog in her wig
She's three times a lady, sweating like a pig
The sun is shining everything's okay
A million people realize a smile on someone's face
Is even more contagious than west nile or sars or aids
And what makes people smile more than a big parade
Through the streets of new york city
Where everyone's so pretty
Life used to be so shitty
But it's summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!
White man in white pants was dancing
Inside out and lost his ass
A little black girl on black rollerblades
Found his butt and picked it up
And gave it back and said "hey pops,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
Woohoo! hey!!!"
Kimya Dawson - Parade Lyrics
Kimya Dawson - Parade Lyrics
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White man in white pants was dancing
Inside out and lost his ass
A little black girl on black rollerblades
Found his butt and picked it up
And gave it back and said "hey pops,
C'mon down we're having a parade!"
Everybody in this town
Is turning brown, it's summertime
C'mon down we're having a parade
Don't answer your phone, let it sing
And join the orchestra of rings
That will be our soundtrack for today
A million people realize there's better things to do
Than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you
Like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue
Singing "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
Mike bloomberg and jesse jackson
Sit in tompkins square relaxin'
Reach a stalemate start another game
Sarah jessica, tawana,
And the indian jane fonda
Eating mr. softies in the shade
A big fat mama in a thong
And a college girl with nothing on
Share a laugh over a lemonade
Seven foot trannies trading tricks
With business men on pogo sticks
'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!
A million people realizing that reality
Is much more real outside their door than it is on TV
A plethora of specimens have taken to the street
Singing "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
It's summertime in new york city
And the people aren't just plain old pretty
They're hot as hell, I think I'm gonna faint
Even the junkies and the hari krishnas
And the guy who spray paints solar systems
On the backs of plastic paper plates
It's so hot you could fry an egg
On the back of the pit-bull humping my leg
I kinda like it, what more can I say?
'cept here comes hot dog in her wig
She's three times a lady, sweating like a pig
The sun is shining everything's okay
A million people realize a smile on someone's face
Is even more contagious than west nile or sars or aids
And what makes people smile more than a big parade
Through the streets of new york city
Where everyone's so pretty
Life used to be so shitty
But it's summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!
White man in white pants was dancing
Inside out and lost his ass
A little black girl on black rollerblades
Found his butt and picked it up
And gave it back and said "hey pops,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
Woohoo! hey!!!"
Inside out and lost his ass
A little black girl on black rollerblades
Found his butt and picked it up
And gave it back and said "hey pops,
C'mon down we're having a parade!"
Everybody in this town
Is turning brown, it's summertime
C'mon down we're having a parade
Don't answer your phone, let it sing
And join the orchestra of rings
That will be our soundtrack for today
A million people realize there's better things to do
Than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you
Like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue
Singing "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
Mike bloomberg and jesse jackson
Sit in tompkins square relaxin'
Reach a stalemate start another game
Sarah jessica, tawana,
And the indian jane fonda
Eating mr. softies in the shade
A big fat mama in a thong
And a college girl with nothing on
Share a laugh over a lemonade
Seven foot trannies trading tricks
With business men on pogo sticks
'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!
A million people realizing that reality
Is much more real outside their door than it is on TV
A plethora of specimens have taken to the street
Singing "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
It's summertime in new york city
And the people aren't just plain old pretty
They're hot as hell, I think I'm gonna faint
Even the junkies and the hari krishnas
And the guy who spray paints solar systems
On the backs of plastic paper plates
It's so hot you could fry an egg
On the back of the pit-bull humping my leg
I kinda like it, what more can I say?
'cept here comes hot dog in her wig
She's three times a lady, sweating like a pig
The sun is shining everything's okay
A million people realize a smile on someone's face
Is even more contagious than west nile or sars or aids
And what makes people smile more than a big parade
Through the streets of new york city
Where everyone's so pretty
Life used to be so shitty
But it's summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!
White man in white pants was dancing
Inside out and lost his ass
A little black girl on black rollerblades
Found his butt and picked it up
And gave it back and said "hey pops,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
C'mon down we're having a parade,
Woohoo! hey!!!"