This place is make believe No one has any parents And nobody ever leaves They've all made special arrangements Sheesh [?] There's dust on your freckles Freckles on your cheeks I met you this morning But it seems like weeks And that's the way The summer gets made At the sunset arcade The sunset arcade At the sunset arcade, yeah You musta been born here You break all the rules By the pinball and the old pier But your eyes are so blue Maybe you're faking it too Now the summer's all dried up Jellyfish on the beach I ask if you want a soda But that's just a figure of speech Secretly I am happy Until the quarters run out Leave the quarters where I don't belong With some shadow thrashing about And that's the way The summer gets made At the sunset arcade The sunset arcade At the sunset arcade Sunset arcade, yeah