Текст: Belle And Sebastian. I Know Where The Summer Goes.

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 councillor

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