The Nigel Purcell Trio - Summer's gone (Remastered)

Waking up packing things
Most of them you won't be needing
But you can't be too careful
We arrive in our eyes
Promenades and filled up beaches
Would you want it any other way
Past the sea front stalls
Don't let the children see what they sell
She's wearing kiss me quick
He's had too much to drink
And feels sick

All of this so British
Bed and breakfast evening meal
Cabaret an all in deal
Nightclub sounds move the crowd
Sensation seekers on the town
The funfair is closing down
And here in the hotel bar
Same song is played badly
On guitar
Children are running round
Parents are smiling but with a frown

There's embarrassment in everyone
Burnt and bloated by the sun
Headaches caused by
One too many rides
But at least we're having fun
Aren't we

All the deckchairs have been piled up
And the tourists have all gone
Packing up with tacky souvenirs
Leaving with more than you've come
Come with

Summer's gone
But not for long

Written by:
Andrew Purcell, Nigel Ratcliffe

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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