| July July July, the apple of my eye |
| I’m walking on the curbside singing |
| I pass a swimming pool as the blue water gives cool |
| To a couple of bathing suits, as I continue |
| some clouds are playing chess, as the leaves are getting blessed, |
| as the breeze strikes down like a walking bass line |
| I’m walking on this yellow brick street, |
| my heartbeat fills me in with the rhythm I need |
| I’m stepping on steps and every step’s a melody |
| it’s like walking on piano keys, |
| Well in come my bumblebee friends with the second and third harmony |
| Zz zzz zz zzz |
| Zz zzz zz |
| Zz zzz zz zzz |
| Zz zzz zz |
| The the the music is everywhere, |
| so come and take a peak at the brand new air |
| Only colored by a mind so free, |
| otherwise you cannot see |
| That this is music, music that I’m walking on |
| no dreams, music, real song |
| Pure lemonade tactics |
| the strawberry-five are here to free your mind |
| So let me tell you to come out, and hear this song |
| so we can all just get along, |
| swing open the front door and grab a hat, and |
| so unplanned, the world turns to a marching band |
| we’ll have strings and slide trombones |
| the hillside gives us steady |
| Put the the the drum roll right in place, |
| we’ll walk by the ways of the base |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it so damn fine |
| living by the light of July |
| Well it’s the L.E.A.F we’re keeping it, |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it fresh |
| Well it’s the L.E.A.F we’re keeping it, |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it fresh |
| Well it’s the L.E.A.F we’re keeping it, |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it fresh |
| Well it’s the L.E.A.F we’re keeping it, |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it, |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it, |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it, |
| we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it fresh |
| Well it’s the L.E.A.F we’re keeping it, we’re keeping it fresh |