I Know Where the Summer Goes歌词

I know where the summer goes

When you're having no fun

When you're under the thumb

I know where the summer dwells
If your underarm smells
And your kitchen looks like hell

I know where the summer goes

If you're scraping a pot and your head is hot

Put your head down put your thumbs up girl

With the smell of hot desk
And the glitter of your step

He was right he was right he's the upcoming guru of the city

No one told the city councillors

I know you can tell me again

I've got my mobile phone

Full of silicon chips

No one likes a smart arse
But I've seen a pattern emerge
I will race you up the hill

Where the boy who made records out of postcard messages
And flowering cherries rain on kids like you

Look twice at the kid with the crimped
And overheated hair
They ran a book on his looks

Odds on was the noble pose and
The denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour

But the boy came from nowhere to
Steal the hearts of lassies in the lavvies of the club tonight