She was wearing a jean jacket,
Her drums were making quite the racket.
Her dark brown hair pulled back
In a red bandana
She was tapping her foot to the beat
Singing in a sweet voice about a cheat
Her heart shaped face was flushed
Turning red in the heat
Her slip on vans
Her cool ray bans
She played in that garage
All summer long
The songs she sung
In the air they hung
She wrote her heart upon the paper
And she always sung on the top of her lungs
As she practiced she increased in skill
Any competition she could kill
As her fame grew, she left her garage
And her bank account grew to a mill.
But every summer, no matter the heat
She played her drums to the beat
Her face flushed red, a beauty to see
And she sang the sung of long ago
She sang the song of a cheat
