Girls Of Summer

We're sitting in the club drinking fruity alchopops
From pint glasses with ice and watching the girls of summer
With their bare legs and trainers
Their white strap links through yesterday’s top
Blowing across their peeling shoulders as they wait at the bar
I’ve gone after less
Runned in the road half-cut (?)
Trying to shave
Slash my face up, as usual
Jump in the bath, again
Try and wash off the fucking blood then
Head up to the park with my economy cider
But I don’t think I’ll need a jacket
Now when the carry outs are finished
We’ll put the (?) behind that tree
Then make our way down to the pub to pick up our stuff
He’ll be late as usual
He’s always fucking late
But when he does arrive
We’ll saunter into the bogs
And quietly swallow
And it’ll still be outside when we leave
And we’ll jump in a taxi on our way to the disco
And I’ll be sweating magpies (?)
Just in case I get a shag
But I’ll wake up fully clothed
Climb from the girl I know
Sweaty and thoughtful and needing affection
Then you wake up and the first thing we do is make plans to get pissed
So we go to the club and watch the girls of summer