I Know Where The Summer Goes Video (MV)

I know where the summer goes
When you're having no fun
When you're under the thumb
I know where the summer dwells
When your underarm smells
And your kitchen looks like hell

I know where the summer goes
When 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
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 look
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 lavvies of the club tonight