Lyrics

Old dog lying on the gravel drive, in the heat of the summer sun
Panting and grinning, too tired to move, too underwhelmed to run

Old man sittin' in a rocking chair, in the shade of an apple tree
Pickin' and spinnin', the same ol' tales, of how things used to be

Things are quiet here in the summertime
You and I we got it made
Eyes of the world ain't on us no more
I kinda like it that way
Oh yeah I kinda like it that way

Fat old bumble bee, taking his time, admiring a hyssop bloom
Time to go now, for he knows, that the rain is coming soon

Things are quiet here in the summertime
You and I we got it made
Eyes of the world ain't on us no more
I kinda like it that way
Oh yeah I kinda like it that way

Oh yeah I kinda like it that way
I kinda like it that way