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I Know Where the Summer Goes Lyrics
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 underarms smell
And your kitchen looks like hell
I know where the summer goes
And 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 councilor
I know you can tell me again
I've got my mobile phone
It's full of silicon chips
No one likes a smartarse, 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 grin
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 of lassies in the lavvies of the pub tonight
When you're having no fun
When you're under the thumb
When your underarms smell
And your kitchen looks like hell
And you're scraping a pot
And your head is hot
Put your thumbs up, girl
With the smell of hot desk and the glitter of your step
He was right
He's the guru of the city
No one told the city councilor
I've got my mobile phone
It's full of silicon chips
No one likes a smartarse, but
I've seen a pattern emerge
I will race you up the hill
And flowering cherries rain on kids like you
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 of lassies in the lavvies of the pub tonight
Song Info
Submitted by
fratboy_rick On Jun 13, 2005
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My father died towards the end of this last summer, and after he finally passed, this was the first song I heard while smoking outside of the hospital. It was unbelievably surreal.
do belle and sebastian have a single bad song!! fucking love them!!
i remember playing the game, 'head down, thumbs up' at crookfur primary school in Glasgow. is this just a scottish thing? regardless of the overall meaning of the words, the feel of it reminds me of when i was young and those endless summers. where did all the time go? it seemed that you could go out playing after school for what seemed an eternity. now it feels like a week is equivalent to a day in younger years...
Nope, it's an english thing too, or at least was in my primary school.
Nope, it's an english thing too, or at least was in my primary school.
I remember playing it in American elementary school, so it's not just a European thing.
I remember playing it in American elementary school, so it's not just a European thing.
Last verse, he says "the kid with the CRIMPED and overheated hair"