(yeah) I hate it when the tourists stop by
in summer
do you remember, do you remember
how crowded it was last summer?

Young kids on my block throw hissy fits
I'll fall for the same tricks
And its kinda lame when tourists come to Maine in the summer
I hate dudes that wear Abercromie & Fitch
I took one and threw him in a ditch
And he's been gone since that summer

Nanas, toddlers & Grandpas named Ben
It's tourist season in Maine again
They'll buy every souvenir that their kid's see
Then hit all the outdoor concerts that are free
Hit the beach and get their cheeks all sandy
Billy Shakespeare in the park gets'em randy
Call back home and ask how's the weather
Just to brag about how the temperatures better
Now the roads are chaos and it makes me mad
Why can't they just leave and like never come back
Stay the whole summer then they so back home
I'd rather stay kooked in my room all alone
With my Batman movies playing while I’m eatin
Either Christen Bale or Micheal J. Keaton
I'd get far away from here if I was rich
But obviously I'm not, cause life is a bitch

Young kids on my block throw hissy fits
I'll fall for the same tricks
And its kinda lame when tourists come to Maine in the summer
I hate dudes that wear Abercromie & Fitch
I took one and threw him in a ditch
And he's been gone since that summer

Stuff their faces with lobster and whoopies
Always hated school but I never played hookie
Never been hip, wear the same old rags
Known to smell gross and make the girls gag
Like New Edition I can stand the rain
But when in downpours tourists always complain
Go back to Georgia were the peaches grow
Confederate folks tend to be kinda slow
I like hip-hop and rock n roll
Parents divorced when I was 6 years old
A tourist asked me about Paul Revere
I said this isn't Boston get the hell outta here
I like Cool Whip and Vanilla Coke
I'll try my best to laugh at their lame jokes
I'd get far away from here if I was rich
But obviously I'm not, cause life is a bitch

Young kids on my block throw hissy fits
I'll fall for the same tricks
And its kinda lame when tourists come to Maine in the summer
I hate dudes that wear Abercromie & Fitch
I took one and threw him in a ditch
And he's been gone since that summer

In the summer time tourists all look like prunes
Shake and wiggle to an Elvis tone
Shady like hipsters lurking a night
They'll steal your money then they'll steal your bike

Butterfly shrimp and lobster rolls
Are what they want as their bucket list goals
Wanna Break Stuff like that band Limp Bizkit
Always dread the summer and the heat make me livid
They shop for antiques and Wisconsin cheese
Then have their little picnics under the trees
Tell them to beat it but what's the use
They'll just invite over to watch Footloose
Take your pictures and vacation some place else
Drives me so crazy wanna kill myself
I'd get far away from here if I was rich
But obviously I'm not cause life is a bitch

Young kids on my block throw hissy fits
I'll fall for the same tricks
And its kinda lame when tourists come to Maine in the summer
I hate dudes that wear Abercromie & Fitch
I took one and threw him in a ditch
And he's been gone since that summer

In the summer time tourists all look like prunes
Shake and wiggle to an Elvis tone
Shady like hipsters lurking a night
They'll steal your money then they'll steal your bike

Young kids on my block throw hissy fits
I'll fall for the same tricks
And its kinda lame when tourists come to Maine in the summer
I hate dudes that wear Abercromie & Fitch
I took one and threw him in a ditch
And he's been gone since that summer