They're wakin up Maria
Cause everybody else has got some place to go
She makes a little motion with her head
Rolls over, and says she's gonna sleep for
A couple minutes more

I said I'm sorry to Maria
For all the cold-hearted things that I have done
I said I'm sorry by now, at least once
To just about everyone

She says I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do today
And it slips my mind what I'm supposed to say
We're getting older and older and older
And always a little further out of the way

You look into her eyes
And it's more than your heart will allow
And August and everything after
You get a little less than you expected somehow

Well I stumbled into Washington Square
Just as the sun began to rise
And I laid down on the lawn of the cathedral
And laid down and the shadow of St. Mary's in the sky

And I'm just one of these late model children
Waiting for the king
But there ain't no sign of Elvis in San Francisco
It's just me and I'm playin' this rock and roll thing

She wants to be just like me
And I want every damn thing I can see
You know one day you're Daddy's little angel
The next day you're everything he wanted you to be

They dress you up in white satin
And they give you your very own pair of wings
In August and everything after
I'm after everything

I said yeah yeah yeah yeah - lalala

Well you got your reservations
And you got your seven-million dollar home
You got the number of some girl in New York City
Who's always wide awake
So you never spend the night alone

You got a nasty little habit
Of peekin down the shirts of all the little girls
As they pass you by
And I wonder when it all catches up to you
And they finally take you down?
Are you gonna cry?

Well I already got my disease
So take your fuckin filthy hands off of me
Yeah well I hope you weren't expecting to be crucified?
The best that they can do
Is to hang you from the nearest tree

It's midnight in San Francisco
And I'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees
And August and everything after
I want somebody else to bleed for me

I said yeah yeah yeah lalala

They came down from North Dakota
With confidence in the military mind
And now everyone I know is turning showgirl
And dancing with their shirt off
In some Las Vegas hotel line

So I'm going down to Los Angeles
To plead for my immediate release
And the lawyer says, yeah we'll let you go
But you gotta give us a better reason
Than "please, please, please"

But I no longer know how to pray
I live in dog town and it's a Dalmatian parade
And I, I change my spots over and over
But they never seem to fade away

I am the last remaining Indian
Looking for the place where the buffalo roam
In August and everything after
Man them buffalo ain't never comin home

And I said in August and everything after
Man them buffalo ain't never comin home

I said oh yeah yeah yeah lalala