Girls Of Summer - Live

We're sitting in the pub drinking fruity alcopops from pink glasses with ice
And watching the girls of summer
With their bare legs and trainers
The white strap lines from yesterdays top
Blowin' across their peeling shoulders as they wait at the bar

I'm going after this
Run down the road, half-cut, trying to shave
Slash my face open as usual
And jump in the bath, again, trying to wash off the fucking blood
Then head up the park with my economy cider
I don't think I'll need a jacket

And when the when the carry outs are finished
We'll kick our mess behind a tree
Then make our way down to the pub to pick up the stuff
He'll be late as usual, he's always fucking late
And but when he does arrive, we'll slip into the bogs and quietly swallow
And it'll still be light outside when we leave and we jump in a taxi
On our way to the disco, and I'll be saluting magpies
Just in case I get a shag

But I'll wake up, fully-clothed, clamped with a girl I know
All sweaty and thoughtful and needing a fix
And then you'll wake up
And the first thing we'll do is to make plans to get pissed
So we go to the pub and watch the girls of summer
I wanna have sex on the beach