D S Terry - That's Summertime

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

Written by:
David Terry

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