The Young Knives - Hot Summer (weekends And Bleak Days) lyrics

Hot summer, what a bummer Me oh my, think I Pull a sicky, do runner, Talk talking to my leader SUMMER FEVER, WHAT A BLEEDER Free and easy, easily free-er Live for the reason, the reason is sure to amaze Hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness and pain Hot summer hot, hot summer Hot summer hot, hot summer What I feel it This Hot summer hot, hot summer Hot summer hot, hot summer Not sure but it might be: Hot summer hot, hot summer Hot summer hot, hot summer Live for the reason, the reason is sure to amaze SACCHARIN [JOLLIES?]and other such terrible ways You live for the evening coz it Hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness and TODAY I WOKE UP ON MY OWN I looked into myself and all I could see was a Hot summer hot, hot summer Hot summer hot, hot summer What I feel it