Belle Andamp; Sebastian I Know Where The Summer Goes Lyrics

I Know Where The Summer Goes Lyrics

I know where the summer goes

 When you're having no fun

 When you're under the thumb

 I know where the summer dwells

 If your underarm smells

 And your kitchen looks like hell

 

 I know where the summer goes

 If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot

 Put your head down, put your thumbs up girl

 With the smell of hot desk

 And the glitter of your step

 He was right, he's the upcoming guru of the city

 No one told the city councillors

 

 I know, you can tell me again

 I've got my mobile phone

 Full of silicon chips

 No one likes a smart arse

 But I've seen a pattern emerge

 I will race you up the hill

 Where the boy who made records out of postcard messages

 And flowering cherries rain on kids like you

 

 Look twice at the kid with the crimped

 And overheated hair

 They ran a book on his looks

 Odds on was the noble pose and

 The denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour

 But the boy came from nowhere to

 Steal the hearts of lassies in the lavvies of the club tonight