Lyrics

We're sitting drinking fruity alcopops from pint glasses with ice and watching the girls of summer, with their bare legs and trainers and their white straplines from yesterday's top beneath today's cologne across their peeling shoulders on their way to the bar Later I'll put a tape on in the bathroom and attempt to shave whilst half-cut and ending up slashing open my cheek or nickin' my lip Then spray on some poof juice and go to the park with my economy cider I don't think I'll need a jacket It'll be bright when the carry outs are finished and we head to the pub to get everyone else, leaving our empties kicked behind a bush We'll get 'em in there and casually saunter into the bogs and swallow, and get taxis down to a club. Me saluting magpies through the window on the way in the hope that I'll get a shag But I'll wake up clamped around a girl I know, fully clothed on someone's couch. I've barely slept for two hours. All sweaty and thoughtful and needing a fix And then you'll wake up. And the first thing we'll do is to make plans to get pissed So we'll sit in a pub and watch the girls of summer