Weekends And Bleak Days (hot Summer) Lyrics - Singles - The Young Knives

Hot summer, what a bummer 

Me oh my, think Im going to 

Pull a sicky, do a runner 

Tough talking to my leader 

Summer fever, what a bleeder 

Free and easy, easily freer 

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, its not important 

Its not important, its not important 

This is the end of the summer 

Hot summer, hot, hot summer 

Hot summer, hot, hot summer 

Hot summer, hot, hot summer 

Hot summer, hot, hot summer 

Live for the reason, the reason is sure to amaze 

Saccharine jollies and other such terrible ways 

You live for the evening 'cause its the best part of the day 

And hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness 

And the day I woke up on my own 

I looked into myself and all I could see was a man 

Hot summer, hot, hot summer 

Hot summer, hot, hot summer 

What I feel, its not important 

Its not important, its not important