Young Knives Weekends And Bleak Days (hot Summer)
Hot summer, what a bummer
Me oh my, think I?m going to
Pull a sicky, do a runner
Tough talking to my leader
Summer fever, what a bleeder
Free and easy, easily freer
Live for the reason, the reason is sure to amaze
Hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness and pain
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
What I feel, it?s not important
It?s not important, it?s not important
This is the end of the summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Live for the reason, the reason is sure to amaze
Saccharine jollies and other such terrible ways
You live for the evening 'cause it?s the best part of the day
And hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness
And the day I woke up on my own
I looked into myself and all I could see was a man
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
What I feel, it?s not important
It?s not important, it?s not important
