Summer nights, and the living is high
And wouldn't you know it?
There's big old full Moon risin' up in the sky
And you know it's right, the perfect night
For homemade ice cream
I can see those lightning buzz and the river flow
There's an old harmonica playing soft and low
And folks back home out on the front porch
Eating homemade ice cream
But it's a shame that it's only in my mind
'Cause I'm stuck up here in the city
Don't you know it's a pity?
I'm grounded in making homemade ice cream