作词 : Hockel, Takahashi, Zeitlyn 作曲 : Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn/Ginger Brooks Takahashi Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop I said wouldn't it be nice Give me a mountain paradise We'll leave our sheets out in the rain And listen to the lonesome train Summer slowly turns to fall Tomatoes ripe, we eat them all Tangling vines around our shoes We conquer everything we do One seat belt around us two Windows rolled down, 70s sounds and doo wop tunes Shown the secrets of metal by accordian friends In fact we might have to learn how to shred The picture's made us change our view We sleep on blankets in the living room It's our work, we're so involved Sorry, we turned the phone off, if you called Meet me at the back shack, baby You'll bring your little ukelele I'll take up reel, make it alright Let's make a song on the eight track tonight Pack up the patch cords Look back on the last one In the beginning we made up rules We thought we'd jam first thing every morning But we let some goals slip to the side Sleeping late, letting our bodies decide Now we'll head back home Oh! September, where did you go? Meet me at the back shack, baby You'll bring your little ukelele I'll take up real, make it alright Let's make a song on the eight track tonight Meet me at the back shack, baby
作词 : Hockel, Takahashi, Zeitlyn 作曲 : Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn/Ginger Brooks Takahashi Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop Do wop do wop I said wouldn't it be nice Give me a mountain paradise We'll leave our sheets out in the rain And listen to the lonesome train Summer slowly turns to fall Tomatoes ripe, we eat them all Tangling vines around our shoes We conquer everything we do One seat belt around us two Windows rolled down, 70s sounds and doo wop tunes Shown the secrets of metal by accordian friends In fact we might have to learn how to shred The picture's made us change our view We sleep on blankets in the living room It's our work, we're so involved Sorry, we turned the phone off, if you called Meet me at the back shack, baby You'll bring your little ukelele I'll take up reel, make it alright Let's make a song on the eight track tonight Pack up the patch cords Look back on the last one In the beginning we made up rules We thought we'd jam first thing every morning But we let some goals slip to the side Sleeping late, letting our bodies decide Now we'll head back home Oh! September, where did you go? Meet me at the back shack, baby You'll bring your little ukelele I'll take up real, make it alright Let's make a song on the eight track tonight Meet me at the back shack, baby
