Lời bài hát: Mirah. Oh! September.

Do wop do wop
Do wop do wop
Do wop do wop
Do wop do wop

Do wop do wop
Do wop do wop
Do wop do wop
Do wop do wop

I said wouldn't it be nice
Give me a mountain paradise

We'll leave our sheets out in the rain
And listen to the lonesome train

Summer slowly turns to fall
Tomatoes ripe, we eat them all

Tangling vines around our shoes
I'm counting on every day with you

One seatbelt around us two
There's romance, everyday sounds like you

Shown the secrets of metal by accordian friends
In fact we might have to learn how to shred

The picture's made us change our view
We sleep on blankets in the living room


It's our work, we're so involved
Sorry, we turned the phone off, if you called

Meet me at the back shack, baby
You'll bring your little ukelele
I'll take up real, make it alright
Let's make a song on the eight track tonight

Pack up the patch cords
Look back on the last one

In the beginning we made up rules
We thought we'd jam first thing every morning

Repeat that some goals slip to the side
Sleep awake, letting our bodies aside

Now we'll head back home
Oh! September, where did you go?

Meet me at the back shack, baby
You'll bring your little ukelele
I'll take up real, make it alright
Let's make a song on the eight track tonight
Meet me at the back shack, baby (x11)