I Know Where The Summer Goes

[Verse 1]
I know where the summer goes
When you’re having no fun
When you’re under the thumb
I know where the summer dwells
When your underarm smells
And your kitchen looks like hell

[Verse 2]
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’s the upcoming guru of the city
No one told the city councillors

[Verse 3]
I know you can tell me again
I’ve got my mobile phone, it's 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

[Verse 4]
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