Karaoké Summertime Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (Sex Bob-omb)

I peeled off my face

I tore up my room

I read my own rights and I filled them with glue

I turned the commercial into a creepshow

I peeped at the gods with their bodies all day glo

It's summertime and it's that time

To strut and strum

I'm gonna strut strut strut

I'm combing my braids

I'm sneezing my brain drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave

I'm wearing myself inside out

And I'm wearing my welcome inside out

It's summertime and it's that time to strut my stuff, woah

People getting touchy when I touch my thighs

And take a vacation under friendly skies

With my peacock heart

I want to grunt and groan

Cut and paste all

I've ever known

It's summertime and it's that time

To strut and strum

I'm gonna strut my stuff

Oh oh oh oh oh with my peacock hands and my tangerine skulls

And my grizzly bear face and my voice from target

Summertime gonna strut my stuff

I'm gonna strut strut going backwards in time

With my questionable eyes and I'm drinking my grave

And I stood on my face