I’ve got a penchant for sunscreen 

The tall yellow aluminum bottle, or orange and blue 

Or the white plastic tube 

The application doesn’t really make me feel clean

Nah, it’s the opposite 

Which is part of why I love it 

I keep my bottles next to the window

So I can spray or rub on just before I go

The Neutrogena mist instantly takes me to the beach 

Coppertone, to the road 

Something that won’t sweat off 

Ah, rubbing it in puts me in fun mode 

The white lotion is the sun block

It’s more than enough when me and my pup go for a walk

It does have a lightweight feel 

Never again will my epidermis peel

I may look ghostly, super white

But that’s alright

I keep a little tiny tube of SunBum in my car’s center console

I apply the coconut-buttery lotion to my hands 

When headed to the ocean to heal my soul 

And my pup doesn’t mind the smell 

He’s got plenty of golden fur 

Guess we both have our shells

If only I could screen other things 

Or block all that’s mean 

I can’t ever waste that luscious spray 

Or be aged by the sun’s rays

I collect all the bottles and tubes

I can smell the beach anytime

I can step into the outdoors

Go for a run, mow the lawn

I can tackle anything, be anywhere 

With my sunscreen on