Summer, summer, summer slowly turned into fall

Me and my baby doll never went to the beach

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere was a place we could run

On the sand with the sun always just out of reach



Somewhere sunny summer's marching to a different drummer, singing

"summer, summer, summer's gonna turn into fall,

You and your baby doll better go to the beach"



'cos love is lighter than air

It floats away if you let go

Love is lighter than air

Rising through the falling snow.



A crime, crime, crime, sin and illness is time

Neither reason nor rhyme can obstruct his bad dance

The nasty little swine slipped us mickeys in wine

Wove his hair into twine and then tied up our hands

We're forced to watch him wriggle

And endure his fulsome giggle

And his mime, mime, mime,

Unforgivable mime

Our one chance is to climb into blimps of romance...