Belle & Sebastian - I Know Where the Summer Goes | Текст песни

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• Belle & Sebastian
• I Know Where the Summer Goes

I know where the summer goes
When you're having no fun,
When you're under the thumb.

I know where the summer dwells
When your underarms smell,
And your kitchen looks like hell.

I know where the summer goes,
And 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 was right.
He's the guru of the city.
No one told the city councilor.

I know, you can tell me again.
I've got my mobile phone,
It's full of silicon chips.
No one likes a smartarse, 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 grin
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 pub tonight.