Lyrics

The weathers set fine not a cloud in the sky Drinking all day Sunday Throw a sickie on Monday The girl's cloths are daring more flesh there barring Ice cold beer dispensing on the glass its condensing That's summertime. That's summertime Every car is a soft top painted toes in flip flops Your office is sweltering the tarmac is melting Reggae on repeat, old people complain of the heat A barbecue summer so stock up with meat That's summertime. That's summertime Planning to eat alfresco but No charcoal left in Tesco's Hosepipes been banned Sandwiches covered in sand Sharks move inshore someone spotted a fin Another World cup they convince us we'll win That's summertime. That's summertime Checkout your sundial everyone wears a smile Wimbledon fortnight drunks getting in a fight Summers not your thing you'd rather be colder Three days one storm and it will be over That's summertime That's summertime Fade... like a summers day
Writer(s): David Terry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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