Summer Job

Summer Job - Art Brut

Double shifts and early starts

I spent the morning

Hiding in the car park

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

Get another job

Get another job

Just a summer job

Get another job

Get another job

Just a summer job

Get another 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