We're sitting fruity alchopops with pink glasses with ice and watching the girls of summer

With there bare legs and trains and there white strap link through yesterdays top beneath today's cologne

Across there peeling shoulders on there way to the bar



Later i put my tape in the bath in attempt to shave, well almost cut and ending up slashing my cheek and nickin' my lip

And spraying on some poof juice and go to the park with my economy cider



I don't think i'll need a jacket



It'll be bright when the carry outs are finished

And we head to the pub to get everyone else

Leaving our empties kicked behind a bush

We'll get 'em in there and casually saunter into the bogs and swallow

And get taxi's down to a club

The micelet and magpie through the window on the way

In the hope they'll get a shag



But i'll wake up clamouring a girl i know fully clothed on someone's couch i've barely slept for two hours

All sweaty and thoughtful and needing a fix

And then you'll wake up

And the first thing we'll do is to make plans to get pissed

So we'll sit in a pub and watch the girls of summer.