Made with a little bit of inspiration of Squidward’s classical taste and mixed with the blues.

Bikini Bottom Blues

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Come Summer
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
©COPYRIGHT 3-26-25 All Rights Reserved ©

Verse 1
The bus tires hum like a Gulf Coast tide,
Waxin’ the stage lights, dustin’ off my old ride.
Setlist scrawled on a sunburnt arm—
“No Shoes,” “Beer in Mexico,” and that new Hurricane Charm.
Jake’s tweakin’ his Les Paul, Bubba’s checkin’ the rig,
Roadies laughin’ ‘bout that Key West gig.
My guitar strap’s still got Caribbean sand,
And this heart’s been countin’ days since we last raised our hands...

Pre-Chorus
Oh, winter’s too long when the music’s on hold,
A pirate without his seasick soul.
But the radio’s whisperin’ through static and rain—
“The crowd’s out there hummin’ your summer refrain...”

Chorus
Come summer, we’ll light up these neon nights,
Trade porch swings for stadium lights.
Every chord’s a wave crashin’ over the pier,
Every voice singin’ louder than fear.
Come summer, we’ll baptize these dusty roads,
Turn heartache into a Flip Flop Code.
*From Margaritaville to that new sunset hymn—
“Life ain’t nothin’ but where the tour begins...”

Verse 2
Mariah’s polishin’ her fiddle bow,
Says, “Kenny, they’re thirstin’ for that Coconut Cow.”
There’s a dent in my mic from Phoenix ‘03,
And a thousand faces I still carry with me.
New songs ’bout driftwood love and rum-soaked skies,
Old ones that make grandpas cry “That’s my life!”
The band’s laughin’ ‘round a cooler of Blue Chair Bay—
“Hell yeah, brother—it’s showtime today...”

Bridge
For every truck bed where a dream took root,
Every barefoot kid air-strummin’ his first lute,
We’ll pour out these stories like sweet iced tea,
Cause the road’s our church, and y’all are the creed.

Outro
Come summer, come chaos, come thunderous cheers,
Come strangers who’ve hugged through a million beers.
My soul’s got no compass when the stage goes dark—
But the horizon’s callin’…and we’re embarkin’…

Come Summer 3-26-25

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