It’s pointless buying summer clothes, in England nowadays.
For moments when the sun pops out, and holidays away.
We wear them and we shiver, at home the hearings on.
One blink and I’ll miss summer, the evenings are just long.
I’m fed up with this country, fed up with the cold.
I’m sick of hearing summers here, fed up of being told.
So I’m packing up my summer bits, into the case they go.
I’m off in search of sunshine, before we see the snow!