Summertime Do some people wind up with the one that they adore
in a heart-shaped hotel room, it's what a heart is for?
The bubble floats so madly, will it stay sky-high?
Hello partner, kiss your name bye-bye.
Ooh, sometimes.
Romantic Piscean seeks angel in disguise,
Chinese-speaking girlfriend, big brown eyes.
Liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male,
hello partner, tell me love can't fail.
And it's you and me in the summertime,
we'll be hand in hand down in the park.
With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
and all the sunshine banishes the dark.
Do some people wind up with the one that they abhor
in a distant hell-hole room, the third world war?
But all I see is films where colorless despair
meant angry young men with immaculate hair.
Ooh sometimes.
Get up, a voice inside says there's no time for looking down.
Only a pound a word and you're talking to the town.
But how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart
just to touch a lonely heart.
And it's you and me in the summertime,
we'll be hand in hand down in the park.
With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
and all the sunshine banishes the dark.
And it's you I need in the summertime
as I turn my white skin red.
two peas from the same pod, yes we are,
or have I read too much fiction?
Is this how it happens?
How does it happen?
Is this how it happens?
Now, right now.
