Down on Sycamore Drive 
Old Mrs. Anderson is kicking the jive
She still plays piano now she’s eighty-five
She don’t believe in living in the past

Down on Sullivan Street 
Marcellus Damone is staying out of the heat
From his front porch cooler he’s got a front row seat
To yell at people driving too fast

On a small town summer night
You get the ice cream meltin’ in the neon light 
You got the tough kids hangin’ out lookin’ for a fight

Down in Mulberry Park
Two young lovers are carving out their names in the bark
They’re making the vows that will break their hearts
And they’re sealing their fate with a kiss

Down at Billy O’s pub
Billy O’Malley’s throwin’ down some grub
The catfish plate, oh man I’m telling you bub
It don’t get better than this

In a small town summer scene
You get the egg-head dancing with the homecoming queen
You got more corn on the cob than you ever seen

In your small town summer dreams
You get free hot dogs for the little league teams
The rest of the world is so far away it seems

Down on Sycamore Drive
Old Mrs. Anderson is feeling alive
She’s fired up the Buick, she’s goin’ out for a drive
You better stay out of her way

Down at Billy O’s place
I’m likin’ the flushed glowing look on your face
I’m stickin’ to beer baby just in case
You want to come over to play
Down on Sycamore Drive
Down on Sycamore Drive
Down on Sycamore Drive