(Kirsty MacColl)

He said, 'Baby don't go'

So she sat down again

And they said they'd be friends

Her mother said

She'd told her so

She'd made her own bed

Now she'd have to lie in it, and the

Time goes

Summertime slow

And the world stops turning

And they're dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo

Took my pills today

But I don't feel better

In a funny sort of way

When it's too hot for anything

It's too hot to sleep

Your mind runs down to where

The river runs deep, and the

Time goes

Summertime slow

And the world stops turning

And they're dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo

His dream, peaches and cream

A cheesecake betty from the celluloid screen

So close he holds out his hand

But she sleeps like a woman

When he wakes like a man, and the

Time goes

Summertime slow

And the world stops turning

And they're dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo