I think I'm going crazy, There's nothing being done. D'you want a piece of another sun? Young man, I hear you crying. I watch you hesitate, Got nothing on your mind to celebrate. And I heard you're fast as lightening, That you'll come out on top. The world you're living in, Boy is photoshopped I watch you falling under, But I can't read your mind. I'd like to hear you plans in summertime. In summertime, I think I'm going crazy. Your top button, Looking smart, I know sometimes you find it hard to say. You're going away. Your long hair, Looking pretty, Masterpiece in any city girl. You said you'd give her the world. Why don't you give her the world? And you got tongue tied, At the start of it, But you always wanted, To be a part of it. I'd like to hear your plans, Out in the summer time. I think I'm going crazy, I think I'm going crazy, Baby! Baby! 'Cause it's still on my mind, I think I lost it to the summertime. And I wonder if you're waiting, Hoping and contemplating, That Brooklyn sunshine, In the summertime.