Tim and Candy getting sandy
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down at the beach but he's a leach
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He's all bleached blonde white teeth, nothing wrong
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she's got a brain
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it's causing her pain
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John's with Kim but she likes Tim
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she only wants sex but she's with his ex
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She wants more, thinks life is a bore the shore's not enough
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the guys are too tough
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Summer's here the rain has gone away
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Summer's here all thinking's gone 'til May
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Tim and John swear nothing's going on
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It's a god given right on a Saturday night
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Two drinks later John becomes a traitor
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it's always the same everybody's fair game
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Summer's here put the top down and drive
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Summer's here now we're being burnt alive
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Bleached bland, polluted sand, there's nowhere to go, dull eyes so low
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Tim, John, Candy, Kim, let's not pretend, that's it for them
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If you dig a little deeper, an hour, 4-litres, the truth does reveal
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we cannot conceal
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It's written plain and plenty, a face full of envy in all of our
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thoughts and all of our hearts
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Summer, discontent
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Summer's here put the top down and drive
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Summer's here now we're being burnt alive
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Summer's here and we're almost naked
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Our tan is deep but no-one knows we've faked it
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Summer's here
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