I Know Where The Summer Goes
Belle & Sebastian
Push Barman to Open Old Wounds (2005)

I know where the summer goes

When you're having no fun when you're under the thumb

I know how the summer dwells

When your underarm smells and your kitchen looks like hell



I know where the summer goes

If you're scraping a pot and your head is hot

Put your head down, put your thumbs up, girl

With the smell of hot desk and the glitter of your step



He was right, he was right

He's the guru of the city

No one told the city councilors



I know, you can tell me again

I've got my mobile phone, it's full of silicon chips

No one likes a smart arse

But I've seen a pattern emerge, I will race you up the
hill



Where the boy who made records

Out of postcard messages

And flowering cherries rain on kids like you



Look twice at the kid with the crimped

And overheated hair, they ran a book on his looks

Odds on was the noble pose

And the denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour



But the boy came from nowhere

To steal the hearts

From lassies in the lavies of the club tonight