2 o'clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon, I'm trapped inside.
No one's home but the icicles they melt away,
Its pony-boy I feel just like.
3 o'clock I turn on the tube.
Just to hear background noise.
Its 3 o'clock and there's nothing left to do you know,
But feel like motorcycle boy.
Dear johnny, I'm lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?.
5 o'clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon we're trapped inside.
5 o'clock and now there's nothing to do you know,
But drink away into the night.
Campfire Girls - Homework Lyrics
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2 o'clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon, I'm trapped inside.
No one's home but the icicles they melt away,
Its pony-boy I feel just like.
3 o'clock I turn on the tube.
Just to hear background noise.
Its 3 o'clock and there's nothing left to do you know,
But feel like motorcycle boy.
Dear johnny, I'm lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?.
5 o'clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon we're trapped inside.
5 o'clock and now there's nothing to do you know,
But drink away into the night.
The afternoon, I'm trapped inside.
No one's home but the icicles they melt away,
Its pony-boy I feel just like.
3 o'clock I turn on the tube.
Just to hear background noise.
Its 3 o'clock and there's nothing left to do you know,
But feel like motorcycle boy.
Dear johnny, I'm lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?.
5 o'clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon we're trapped inside.
5 o'clock and now there's nothing to do you know,
But drink away into the night.
Writer: ALBERT LEWIS PERKINS, DAVE CLARK
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group