I Know Where The Summer Goes

I Know Where The Summer Goes - Belle & Sebastian

Composed by：Richard William Colburn/Christopher Thomas Geddes/Stephen Thomas Jackson/Sarah Ann Martin/Stuart Lee Murdoch/Isobel Campbell/Mick Cooke

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 underarm smells

And your kitchen looks like hell

I know where the Summer goes

When 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 councillors

I know you can tell me again

I've got my mobile phone

Full of silicon chips

No one likes a smart arse

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 crimped 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 from lassies

In the lavvies of the club tonight