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I peeled off my face, I tore up my roomI read my own rights and I filled them with glueI turned the commercial into a creepshowI peeped at the gods with their bodies all day-gloIt's summertimeAnd it's that timeTo strut and strumI'm gonna strut strut strutI'm gonnaI'm combing my braids, I'm sneezing my brainDrinking shampoo and I'm tasting my graveI'm wearing myself inside outAnd I'm wearing my welcome inside outIt's summertimeAnd it's that timeTo strut my stuffWooPeople getting touchy when I touch my thighsAnd take a vacation under friendly skiesWith my peacock heart, I want to grunt and groanCut and paste all I've ever knownSongtexteIt's summertimeAnd it's that timeTo strut and strumI'm gonna strut my stuffOh oh oh oh ohWith my peacock hands and my tangerine skullsAnd my grizzly bear face and my voice from TargetSummertimeGonna strut my stuffI'm gonna strut strutGoing backwards in timeWith my questionable eyesAnd I'm drinking my graveAnd I stood on my face Aus Songtexte Mania