Summer Job şarkı sözleri

(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Double shifts and early starts I spent the morning hiding in the carpark Oh yeah, I'm so laissez-faire Sometimes I'm not even there If you want me sober and straight I'm afraid I'm gonna be a little bit late Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac Fire me, give me the sack Warm feet on bare tarmac Every night and all weekend Can't remember the last time I saw my friends Don't think I can take much more of this In the stockroom, I feel like an anthropologist I know exactly what to do There's just one cure for the summertime blues; Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac Fire me, give me the sack Warm feet on bare tarmac (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac I'm just beginning to come alive So hand me my P45