``` [Verse – relaxed, slightly hazy] Sitting in my VW, sun is high and mean Lathered up with SPF, tryna stay clean Gardening in the afternoon, sweat and dirt and leaves But the minute that it hits my eyes, I swear my whole world grieves [Chorus – rising, dramatic but playful] Oh SPF 70, why you gotta burn? All I wanted was some rays, now it's my tear ducts' turn Stinging red and blurry, trippin' in the heat Sunscreen in my eyeballs — man, that can't be beat [Short guitar solo – wah-wah pedal, slightly off-key, psychedelic bends] [Outro – spoken-sung, fading] Can't see... but I'm protected... SPF 70... yeah... disconnected... (sound of tears dripping, then reverse cymbal) ```
