We're sitting fruity alchopops with pink glasses with ice and watching the girls of summer With there bare legs and trains and there white strap link through yesterdays top beneath today's cologne Across there peeling shoulders on there way to the bar Later I put my tape in the bath in attempt to shave, well almost cut and ending up slashing my cheek and nickin' my lip And spraying on some poof juice and go to the park with my economy cider I don't think I'll need a jacket It'll be bright when the carry outs are finished And we head to the pub to get everyone else Leaving our empties kicked behind a bush We'll get 'em in there and casually saunter into the bogs and swallow And get taxi's down to a club The micelet and magpie through the window on the way In the hope they'll get a shag But I'll wake up clamouring a girl I know fully clothed on someone's couch I've barely slept for two hours All sweaty and thoughtful and needing a fix And then you'll wake up And the first thing we'll do is to make plans to get pissed So we'll sit in a pub and watch the girls of summer.