I peeled off my face, I tore up my room

I peeled off my face, I tore up my room 
I read my own rights and I filled them with glue 
I turned the commercial into a creepshow 
I peeped at the gods with their bodies all day-glo 

It's summertime 
And it's that time 
To strut and strum 
I'm gonna strut strut strut 
I'm gonna 

I'm combing my braids, I'm sneezing my brain 
Drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave 
I'm soothing myself inside out 
And I'm wearing my welcome inside out 

It's summertime 
And it's that time 
To strut my stuff 
Woo 

People getting touchy while I touch my thighs 
And take a vacation under friendly skies 
With my peacock heart, I want to grunt and groan 
Cut and paste all I've ever known 

It's summertime 
And it's that time 
To strut and strum 
I'm gonna strut my stuff 
Oh oh oh oh oh 

With my peacock hands and my tangerine skulls 
And my grizzly bear face and my voice from Target 

And it's summertime 
Gonna strut my stuff 
Gonna strut strut 
Going backwards in time 
With my questionable eyes 
And I'm drinking my grave 
And I stood on my face