I wrote the feel good hit of the summer
But my hard drive crashed
And I can’t bring it back
I wrote the feel good hit of the summer
But I’ve forgotten the chords
And almost all the words

I don’t know where my mojo’s gone
I stare long at blank pages
Enraged by the news but can’t
Explain or express my views
While not sounding
Hackneyed or fragmentary
A paralysing adrenaline
Floods through my capillaries
I’m too angry to re-write that happy song
That was so good for boomboxes and fine fine weather
When daily truth and lives are undermined
By lies from his lips
And wilfully misleading charts and statistics
Oh boy
Oh boy
Oh boy
Oh boy

I wrote the feel good hit of the summer
But my hard drive crashed
And I can’t bring it back
I wrote the feel good hit of the summer
But I’ve forgotten the chords
And almost all the words

It had horn sections
Comedic inflections
A beat that tapped fingers
Strings and backing singers
An autotune heavy middle eight
Castanet patterns than alternate
Whatever I did afterwards
It’d be remembered as my masterwork
I used to think
I am a reasonable type that No one could hate
We just need to love each other
Try to get along better
Radiate the rational
But I was lazy and ill informed
I’m still figuring how to use my voice
Oh boy
Oh boy
Oh boy
Oh boy

I wrote the feel good hit of the summer
But my hard drive crashed
And I can’t bring it back
I wrote the feel good hit of the summer
But I’ve forgotten the chords
And almost all the words