the weather's nice

the weather's nice, it's been warm these past few days
i never thought i'd have to wear shorts this early
and i thought that being in berkeley would leave my wardrobe
with jackets and spoortcoats and sweaters so burly

the arrival of the heat signals the arrival of the skin
bits of fabric covering strategic places
sororiticians and girls who can pull it off
not to mention i'd rather look at those than their faces

but that's when it's noon and it's fine and dandy
to walk around campus on flips and on flops
but if it's eighty degrees in my fucking apartment
one little bite and morality drops

because i've heard many people say that they're horny
i guess that comes with the coming of spring
i don't want to hear it since it doesn't concern me
nor do i want to hear much about how they do their thing

it's still eighty degrees, the fan's on, window's open
there's no breeze to blow, nor relief that's in sight
so i crack open a beer and sit out where the moon is
because i might as well enjoy the yellow moonlight

summer in berkeley's a thing to behold
the things you will see you will never forget
from tour groups to telegraph to bums in the street
to dogs wearing glasses or a tie-dye dining set

but it's only the spring and it feels somewhat wrong
to feel this warm and to feel so nice
it rained for a bit just a few days ago
but i fathom a few days of rain would suffice

since it gives me more time to think about us
and what we'll be doing in a few days' time
i guess we'll sleep in and you'll kiss my cheek
as i write and recite my pointless summer rhyme

now a cool breeze is blowing and it smells like laundry
the room is still warm but it's better, at least
i will see you soon, in fine weather, i'm hoping --
now what rhymes with hoping? kiss. oh, you silly beast.