Natty July
Whispering on a cool summers day,
I found my soul, and took it back to her place,
Skipping over lines on the pavement, Writing rhymes on
the bus station,
People plotting in the grass, kicking ball in the park,
drinking brews after dark, remember how we laughed,
laughed till we cried till the morning came
With those girls, writing on , oh what were their names,
July, July, July , July was a lovely year, It was a
lovely year
We didn`t have a lot of money, But you get me.
Remember leaving town in a crazy ball of smoke, You drank
a bet that our pockets were broke,
Dreaming of beaches, dreaming of women in skimpy bikinis,
Travelled to a costa del sumfin, Make sure its in England
so it costa us nothing, wishing on a super star we wished
upon the sun and our wishes went oh so far.
Driving in the driving seat playing james brown at 4 in
the morning just so I don`t sleep, There the week goes,
another week, with me and my amigos, amigos.
