Slippin sloppin slappin on the sun-drenched sand
Roller blader rolling through a timeless land
Tightly packed and bulging in the latest brands
A westy sits and laughs and sucks a cold green can
Message on his t-shirt saying ‘suck this man’
Yuppies sippin cappuccinos smirking like they understand
One summers day x 3
A feral juggles sandshoes but nobody cares
Dancing like a loon he jumps in faded flairs
Some Greek boys stop their wrestling to point at his hair
An old dear in bikini downs a fresh eclair
An old bloke in a suit throws chips into the air
A seagull swoops to catch one and then shits into a vacant chair
One summers day x 3
The cars along the Esplanade are moving slow
The music’s like a hammer from the radios
It doesn’t seem that they have anywhere to go
The coppers on their bikes are rolling out on show
Stopping just to stare out on the moving glow
The Westies keep their voices down there’re certain things they’ve come to know
One summers day x 3
A drunk is catching 80 winks he farts and snores
Wrestling with his nightmares in the great outdoors
The sounds of laughing children float from familied shores
I dip my fish and chips into tomato sauce
Light a cigarette up fro my second course
Just sitting with my baby in our corner of the universe
One summers day ….
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