Well, the clouds in the sky And your winter clothes are sadly a condition of life In this land, where the sun is as shy As long forgotten manners of old I can't wait for a time When the summer sun is back up in the sky We can stay out at night Forget about the failing light I wanna walk in the park and smell the freshly cut grass (Please keep off the grass) As the summer breeze blows up your skirt, what more can I ask (I can see your arse) At last I shed my winter clothes At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun At last I met a girl Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls While you work on your tan Traveling from Thailand to Milan We're in Morris the van From Bridlington to Camber Sands You go pick your own fruit and you eat till you end up ill (We've all had our fill) We share a tinny or two on top of the hill (Found my thrill at last) At last I shed my winter clothes At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun At last I met a girl Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls Well, the sand in your shoes and your sunburnt toes May trigger off your summertime blues Don't be daft, shrug 'em off 'Cause we ain't got a moment to lose We better hit the arcades Spend an hour spending our loose change Give the ghost train a ride And kiss my future bride not Frankenstein's We get a lift down the beach with the boys all crammed in the back (Boys crammed in the back) There's barely enough room for the ball and a twenty-four pack (What more could I ask) At last I shed my winter clothes At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun At last I met a girl Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls Diamonds and pearls Diamonds and pearls Diamonds and pearls © TVT MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com