Thanks to mariliapaula86@hotmail.com for these lyrics.



In the summer all the hikers hike out for the highest peaks

All the children watch the cricket and they never wash for weeks

In the surbubs young protestors write "Black And White Unite"



They're tearing up the streets

I'm half in love with every girl I meet

The gasman loves the street

He loves to drill

He loves to think about his girl

The sun is melting half the street



In the summer all the workers head out for the sandy beach

Stay together in the weather

Entertainment through your grief

Communities of prejudices travel on the train

The upperclass will have to pass the chance up of a kness-up with the gang

Your record profits will buy you an island



There's a jigsaw with a picture, all the country as a map

Hikers hiking, cyclers cycling, if I go I'm not coming back

I'm all in love with all the girls I meet, the hardcore summer kind

Kitchen porters, budding painters, whiskey touring guides



In the rain all your plans will fade

You'll be left with the jigsaw