In the summer all the hikers
Hike out for the highest peaks
All the children watch the cricket
And they never wash for weeks
In the suburbs young protesters write
Black and white uniteThey're tearing up the streets
I'm half in love with every girl I meet
The gas man loves the street
He loves to drill
He loves to think about his girl
The sun is melting half the streetIn the summer all the workers
Head out for the sandy beach
Stay together in the weather
Entertainment through your griefCommunities of prejudices travel on the train
The upper class will have to pass
The chance up of a knees-up with the gang
Your record profits will buy you an islandThere's a jigsaw with a picture
All the country as a map
Hikers hiking, cyclers cycling
If I go I'm not coming backI'm all in love with all the girls I meet
The hardcore summer kind
Kitchen porters, budding painters
Whiskey touring guidesIn the rain all your plans will fade
You'll be left with the jigsaw