Our album was almost done The summer of Shafe had just begun So he hopped on a motor bike Hit the gas and went for a ride He did a backflip off a cliff Fucked up his wrist This caused our band some major harm Now our bass player has one arm We had 2 shows booked But what can we do when our captain is hooked Then Shafe came up with a plan "I'll play keyboard bass with my good hand" We played the shows, as the legend goes And the audience held their noses But their hate didn't break our passionate faith Celebrating the Summer of Shafe We played the shows, as the legend goes And security used their hoses But their hate was too late and the party was great Celebrating the Summer of Shafe