Our album was almost done
The summer of Shafe had just begun
So he hopped on a motor bike
Hit the gas and went for a ride
He did a backflip off a cliff
Fucked up his wrist
This caused our band some major harm
Now our bass player has one arm
We had 2 shows booked
But what can we do when our captain is hooked
Then Shafe came up with a plan
"I'll play keyboard bass with my good hand"
We played the shows, as the legend goes
And the audience held their noses
But their hate didn't break our passionate faith
Celebrating the Summer of Shafe
We played the shows, as the legend goes
And security used their hoses
But their hate was too late and the party was great
Celebrating the Summer of Shafe