It's a hot summer's day
As I walk in Queen's Road
All the fruit in the shops looks
Like my own poor skin
And the men in the shorts have
Even shorter tempers
As a tongue leads a dog to a
Puddle of orange ice
Summer got angry with you
Crash goes a gate and a
Pair of varicose legs
Push a dustbin along the fence
Sweating creosote tears
And the men in the shorts have
Even shorter tempers
As a tongue leads a dog to a
Puddle of orange ice
Summer got angry with you
Soon a woman in brown
Lifts the lid of the bin
And the dead man's effects
They grin and they steam in the heat
Summer got angry with you