Weekends and Bleak Days (Hot Summer) - The Young Knives

Weekends and Bleak Days (Hot Summer) Lyrics

Hot summer, what a bummer
Me oh my, think Im going to
Pull a sicky, do a runnerTough talking to my leader
Summer fever, what a bleeder
Free and easy, easily freerLive for the reason, the reason is sure to amaze
Hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness and painHot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
What I feel, its not important
Its not important, its not important
This is the end of the summerHot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summerLive for the reason, the reason is sure to amaze
Saccharine jollies and other such terrible ways
You live for the evening 'cause its the best part of the day
And hold out for weekends and bleak days of illnessAnd the day I woke up on my own
I looked into myself and all I could see was a manHot summer, hot, hot summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer

What I feel, its not important
Its not important, its not important