It's like the first sign of sun
Since the universe began
We're all throwing off our clothes
Just to get the perfect tan
Trying to raise our chances of
Wild summer romance
Bare feet on the sand
With you
Seeing the boys next door
On their way to Magaluf
Matching t-shirts, they're school leavers
It's gonna be off the hook
But I just wanna lay under
The northern sky with you
Until our lips turn from red to white to blue
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer with you
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer with you
It's the great British summer
It's the great British summer
With you
Fresh cut grass, one tall glass
On a Sunday afternoon
Sleeping in the sun
Turns out lobsters aren't just food
Pack at 10 and pack a crate
With a pair of Marty's shoes
I'll dance in front of the main stage for you
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer with you
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer with you
I'll have a great British summer with you
I'll be gone, gone, gone by August
This season is the shortest
Oh, oh, oh, my heart is
Drawn in the sand
I'll be gone, gone, gone by August
This season is the shortest
See, I wouldn't share this
With anyone else
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer with you
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer
Oooh, Brit summer with you
It's the great British summer
I'll have a great British summer
With you
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