Summer In The City - Mikill Pane

Listen.

It never stays out for too long

That sun shines bright but it seems the clouds are too strong

And when brawn beats brains, it’s unfortunate mate

Cause your barbecuing chicken in the pouring rain

I can’t change the weather, but can offer a song

About the one thing you want all year long

But my friends it’s like a trophy

England’s never got it for long

You know it’s fucked up when even the Met office are wrong

When it’s hot I get it on like factor fifteen

Grab my Frisbee and Jack Daniels whiskey

Hash-tag my next tweet meet me in the park, I brought fat bags of sensi

You’ll see me on the grass

And that’s where I’ll be until the sun goes down

Until the keeper smells the reefer and he comes and throws us out

I reckon he’s just green with envy cause I’ve got a spliff with me

When the sun shines on the big city

When the sun shines on the big city

Promise me that you will be there with me

We can do a little of a lot or a lot of a little

When the sun shines on the big cityWhen the sun beams down on a grey land

Be prepared, meet me there in your Raybans

I swear this would be wrong time of day

For the clouds to come around and rain on my parade

But I guess I’m only fooling myself if

I go against the weather when we’re all just helpless

We should make the most of what we witness

The summer’s back in business

My ice-cream is already melting

When the sun shines on the big city

Promise me that you will be there with me

We can do a little of a lot or a lot of a little

When the sun shines on the big city