Lyrics

This is the sound of the summer The aria on the breeze We're not the melody makers We're not the weavers of dreams This one's for the Earls of the discotheque A cantata for your three left feet You can have the floor for a minute When I've conceded Omens Fresh meat Old rope Full steam No smoke Always a bridesmaid Fingered in the backseat You'll know I'm done when I'm finished When I'm replete This is the sound of the summer