Would you like to hang with me?
And by that, I mean,
We could walk by the sea,
Cast rods and catch sea breams.
We could live the dream, walk the talk.
Hop on a plane and fly to Black Rock,
Where the man burns bright at the end of Aug.
I'll say, why not?
We could visit the mountains,
Sit around a fire, watching it burn.
As the sun sets, we say auf Wiedersehen,
Ready to lay and wait for its return.
Would you like to hang with me?
And by that, what I really mean,
You're delightful to be with.
Won't you hang with me?
