Screen-door cracked
The ballgame on
Man on the porch singin’ baritone
Tan line leads to that gentle place
Between her collar bone and her stone-cold face

Dock hand boys all say goodbye
To the women that they swear
Are going to be their wives
They’ll be gone by the wintertime
And they don’t wanna bother
With no friend of mine

Wet, Hot, American Nights
Shake your body dry under coastline light
Wet, Hot, American Nights
We snuck our Fords to the shore
and drank a bottle bone dry
We snuck our Fords to the shore
and drank a bottle bone dry

Davey got back from his first tour
He ain’t the same boy that he was before
Twenty’s too young to nearly die
American boys are a friend of mine

Heard Mary got that job
that she wanted out of town
She was better than the sum
of all of us anyhow
She still stops by
Whenever she can
She’s tougher than my brother
With a balled left-hand

Wet, Hot, American Nights
Shake your body off under coastline light
Wet, Hot, American Nights
We snuck our Fords to the shore
and drank a bottle bone dry
We snuck our Fords to the shore
and drank a bottle bone dry

Screen-door cracked
The ballgame on
Man on the porch singin’ baritone
Tan line leads to that gentle place
Between her collar bone and her stone-cold face