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 jigsawTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
