Hey Matt, yeah Tim, hey have you talked to Mark lately?
Uhh, I haven't really 
talked to him but he looks pretty, uhh, down
He, he, he, he looks pretty, 
uhh, down
Yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then
What do you, uhh, 
suppose we should do?
Well, does he like butter tarts?

I was lying on 
the grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My 
mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted around the beat
A 
comfortable three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a 
confusing morning week
Impaired my tribal lunar speak
And of course you 
can't become if you only say what you would have done
So I missed a million 
miles of fun

* I know it's up for me
(If you steal my 
sunshine)
Making sure I'm not in too deep
(If you steal my 
sunshine)
Keeping versed and on my feet
(If you steal my 
sunshine)

Check, come here, come here, come here
Wow, look at her
I 
know
Wow I've never seen Sharon look so bad before
I did once before, but 
this is pretty bad
Yeah, what do you think she got up to last night?
Ha, 
ha, ha
Well, I, Karen I love you

I was lying on the bench slide in the 
park across the street
L-a-t-e-r that week
My sticky paws were in to 
making straws out of big fat slurpy treats
An incredible eight-foot 
heap
Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tear in a staring under 
heat
Involved an under usual feat
And I'm not only among but I invite who 
I want to come
So I missed a million miles of fun

[Repeat *]

I 
know it's done for me
(If you steal my sunshine)
Not as some and hard to 
see
(If you steal my sunshine)
Keeping dumb and built to beat
(If you 
steal my sunshine)

** No sunshine
If you steal my 
sunshine

[Repeat **] till fade