Summertime

This is how I pray in the summertime

This is how I pray in the summer

Got my my glass of shandy, now I feel fine

This is how I pray, yeah

The more you say, the more you pray

The less it’s gettin' you down

The more you pray, the more you stay

The less it’s gettin' you down

Autumn time, leaves fallin’ all around

Wintertime follows suit

Little bunnies freezin’ in the snow

Winter’s such an ugly brute

Mid city blues gettin’ you down

Take a break from the strain

Get out your car, drink a glass of wine

Admit it you feel great, it’s the summertime

This is how I pray in the summertime

This is how I pray in the summer

Got my my glass of shandy, now I feel fine

This is how I pray, yeah

This is how I pray in the summertime

This is how we play in the summer

Got my my glass of shandy, now I feel fine

This is how I pray, yeah

And if your love has met its sad refrain

Believe me you will love again

All the best laid plans of my mice and men wrong

You can hear it in this song

This is how I pray in the summertime

This is how I play in the summer

What’s mine is yours, yours is mine

This is how I pray, yeah, yeah

You got the funky drummer in '89

This is how I play, yeah

The Mondays, the Roses blocking all your noses

Wearing baggy clothes in our Buffalo poses

Bank tellers, stroppy little fellas

Loved up in the clubs of football thugs no malice

A dicky dread locks, boozin’ off your socks

Big fish little fish, card board box

Gimme French Kiss, I’ll love you from the rain

I dream of Santa Ana on the road to Mandalay

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

On my mind

On my mind

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot, so hot

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

In the summertime

On my mind

In the summertime

On my mind

I got shivers

Down my spine

On my mind

Happiness is kiss life

On my mind

On my mind