Story Behind The Song
Fun country story that we all deal with.
Song Description
A strange celebration of the Summer Season with a different twist.
| Song Length |
3:49 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Engaging, Sociable |
Subject |
Insects, Silliness |
| Similar Artists |
Billy Currington |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
BUG GUTS ... Summertime Is Here!
© 2013 MJ Schlichting
Intro:
Whooooo!
Verse #1
DAYS ARE GETIN' LONGER, THE SUN IS HOT, THE WORST IS YET TO COME
THEY'RE MOVIN' IN, AND IT'S GONNA BE BAD, AND BOY, IT'S NEVER FUN
THEY DON'T CALL AHEAD, OR KNOCK ON THE DOOR, THEY JUST COME FLYIN' IN
LOOK AT MY TRUCK, I GOTTA CLEAN IT UP. IT'S A MESS FROM END TO END
Chorus:
BUG GUTS ON THE WINDSHIELD, IT'S GETTIN' THAT TIME OF YEAR
THEY GO SPLAT ON THE BUMPER OF MY PICKUP TRUCK
AND MAKE A MESS ALL OVER MY MIRRORS
THEY BITE, THEY STING, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! BRINGS ME HALF TO TEARS
BUG GUTS ON THE WINDSHIELD TELLS ME, SUMMERTIME IS HERE!
Verse #2
DRIVIN' TO TOWN WITH MY WINDOW DOWN AND A BEE COME FLYIN' IN
SWINGIN' AND SWATTIN' WITH MY BASEBALL HAT, I THOUGHT IT WAS THE END
DRIVIN' HARD FROM DITCH TO DITCH, IT MUST'VE BEEN A TERRIBLE SIGHT
LIKE A NASCAR LAP ON AN OLD DIRT ROAD, HANGIN' ON FOR MY DEAR LIFE
Chorus:
BUG GUTS ON THE WINDSHIELD, IT'S GETTIN' THAT TIME OF YEAR
THEY GO SPLAT ON THE BUMPER OF MY PICKUP TRUCK
AND MAKE A MESS ALL OVER MY MIRRORS
THEY BITE, THEY STING, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! BRINGS ME HALF TO TEARS
BUG GUTS ON THE WINDSHIELD TELLS ME, SUMMERTIME IS HERE!
BRIDGE:
(SPOKEN ADLIB): ... WHAT THE HECK IS GOIN' ON? ... I ALMOST WRECKED MY PICK-UP TRUCK ... THIS MEANS WAR ... IT'S US OR THEM!
Verse #3
WELLLLLL, WE BATTLE ON ALL SUMMER LONG, I AIN'T TELLIN' YOU NO LIES
THEY'RE WATCHIN' EVERY LITTLE MOVE WE MAKE WITH THEM BEEDY LITTLE EYES
WE SWAT AND SPRAY AND KILL EM' DEAD, NEVER REALLY GET TOO FAR
BUT EVERY NIGHT, KID'S "HAVE A BLAST" CATCHIN' FIRE FLIES IN A JAR
Chorus:
BUG GUTS ON THE WINDSHIELD, IT'S GETTIN' THAT TIME OF YEAR
THEY GO SPLAT ON THE BUMPER OF MY PICKUP TRUCK
AND MAKE A MESS ALL OVER MY MIRRORS
THEY BITE, THEY STING, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! BRINGS ME HALF TO TEARS
BUG GUTS ON THE WINDSHIELD TELLS ME, SUMMERTIME IS HERE!
Adlib Close:
THEY BITE, THEY STING, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! AND AS YOU MAY HAVE HEARD
BACK HOME WHERE I COME FROM, THE MOSQUITO'S OUR STATE BIRD
YA, WE BATTLE ON ALL SUMMER LONG, NEVER REALLY GET TOO FAR
BUT EVERY NIGHT, KID'S "HAVE A BLAST" CATCHIN' FIRE FLIES IN A JAR
OH HOW CUTE. WELL HERE HE COMES NOW, HE'S GOT A LITTLE JAR FULL OF FIRE FLIES AND HE'S
GONNA LET EM' GO IN THE HOUSE. NOW I GOTTA GO KILL EM' ALL
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