This is how I pray in the summertime
This is how I pray in the summer
Got my my glass of shandy
Now I feel fine
This is how I pray in the summer
If the more you pray
The more you stay
The less it's gettin you down
If the more you pray
The more you stay
The less it's gettin you down
Autumn time leaves fallin' all around
Wintertime follows suit
Little bunnies freezin' in the snow
Winter's such an ugly brute
Mid city blues gettin' you down
Take a break from the strain
Get out your card
And drink a glass of wine
Admit it you feel great
It's the summertime
This is how it feels in the summertime
This is how I feel in the summer
Got my glass of shandy
Now I feel fine
This is how I play, yeah
This is how I feel in the summertime
This is how I feel in the summer
Got my glass of shandy
And I feel fine
This is how I play, yeah
And if your love has met it's sad refrain
Believe me you will love again
All the best laid plans of my mice and men wrong
It's written in this song, oh
This is how we feel in the summertime
This is how we feel in the summer
What's mine is yours
What's yours is mine
This is how I play, yeah
This is how we feel in the summertime
This is how we feel in the summer
Take it back to the summer of 89
This is how I play, yeah, oh
This is how we feel in the summer, oh
Spoken:
The Mondays, the Roses
Blocking all your noses
Wearing baggy clothes
In our Buffalo poses
Bank tellers, stroppy little fellas
Loved up in the clubs
Of football thugs
No malice
A dicky dread locks
Boozin' off your socks
Big fish little fish
Card board box
Gimme french kiss
I'll love you from the rain
I dream of Santa Ana on the road to Mandalay
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
On my mind
On my mind
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
I got shivers
Down my spine
Dickhead (Bonus Track)
Robbie Williams
This is “T” to the mother fucking “Ofty”
What’s you’re problem Dickhead
1st Verse
Don’t kick my dog dickhead
Don’t beep at me dickhead
Why d’you mug me off in my car dickhead
Why you disrespecting my bra dickhead
Theres a dickhead in you’re mouth
A dickhead on parade
Do not have kids
Don’t want dickheads to be made dickhead
Why you disrespecting my bra dickhead
Why d’you piss me off in first class dickhead
I’m not sitting here to be treated like a dickhead
Bumba Clart, kin’ Raas Clart
Where’s the Chorus dickhead
Chorus
Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends
They say you’ve gone off me, don’t be so sloppy..baby
Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends
I know you still want me, cos I’m so lovely…baby
2nd Verse
If you diss me you’ll sell copy dickhead
What d’you expect dickhead
Radiohead dickhead
This is pop dickhead
Size tens dickhead
break you’re shins dickhead
My security are a viscious crew
They’ll kick fuck out of you
Only if I ask them to, but
They’ll kick fuck out of you
You’re going home in a Stafordshire Ambulance
I wasn’t looking at ya’ bird dickhead
She was looking at me dickhead
Who do I think I am dickhead
Who the fuck are you dickhead
You must have me confused
With someone who gives a shit
I’ve found the dickhead of the year
And you are fucking it dickhead
Where’s the chorus…no chorus.. dickhead
Chorus 2
Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends
They say you’ve gone off me, don’t be so sloppy..baby
Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends
I know you still want me, cos I’m so lovely…baby
The Tofty Rap
I’ve got a bucket of shit Ohh Yeah
I’ve got a bucket of shit
I’ve got a bucket of shit Ohh Yeah
I’ve got a bucket of shit
Not, horse shit, cow shit dog shit no real shit
I’ve got a bucket of shit Ohh Yeah
I’ve got a bucket of shit
Verse 3
Why d’you cut me up in my car dickhead
Why d’you say bad things ‘bout my bra dickhead
I’ve got nothing for you dickhead
Go to bed dickhead
Don’t wake up dickhead
Who gives a fuck dickhead
No one gives a fuck about you cos you’re a dickhead true
See your mate over there in the corner he’s a dickhead too like you, dickhead
Chorus 3
Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends
They say you’ve gone off me, don’t be so sloppy..baby
Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends
I know you still want me, cos I’m so lovely…baby
Dickhead