Shootin' on Goldberg '98, free to air, we had to stay up late
Razor got him with a taser gun, just like that the streak came undone
That was the end for WCW, Vince McMahon came and tore them a new one
We didn't care, we were living the dream, our own territory out on the trampoline
It was a damn good summer
Broken bones, tombstones and keeping the kayfabe tight
And it was you and me, brother
Hulkamania running wild
Now I tried to explain it to my little fella, how Stone Cold sold his soul to the devil
I can still hear JR scream, back at WrestleMania 17
My boy he's a mark for the Undertaker, and I was proud to show him that cage match
Foley fell to the announcer's table, somehow the Spanish ones were more unstable on those
Damn ood summers
Sleeper holds, moonsaults and keeping the kayfabe tight
And it was you and me, brother
Hulkamania running wild
Brother I could reminisce all night, but I've got something to say and I want to get it right
I've been thinking about the heels and the baby faces, and how as brothers we had to find two different places
Like the heel gets heat for the face to go over
I guess you had to be the black sheep so my fleece could be white as snow
I want you to know that it doesn't go unnoticed
I love you my brother and I want you to know this
It was a damn good summer
Broken bones, tombstones and keeping the kayfabe tight
And it was you and me, brother
Hulkamania running wild
It was a damn good summer
It was you and me, brother.
