Tim and Candy getting sandy

down at the beach but he's a leach

He's all bleached blonde white teeth, nothing wrong

she's got a brain

it's causing her pain



John's with Kim but she likes Tim

she only wants sex but she's with his ex

She wants more, thinks life is a bore the shore's not enough

the guys are too tough



Summer's here the rain has gone away

Summer's here all thinking's gone 'til May



Tim and John swear nothing's going on

It's a god given right on a Saturday night

Two drinks later John becomes a traitor

it's always the same everybody's fair game



Summer's here put the top down and drive

Summer's here now we're being burnt alive



Bleached bland, polluted sand, there's nowhere to go, dull eyes so low

Tim, John, Candy, Kim, let's not pretend, that's it for them

If you dig a little deeper, an hour, 4-litres, the truth does reveal

we cannot conceal

It's written plain and plenty, a face full of envy in all of our

thoughts and all of our hearts



Summer, discontent

Summer's here put the top down and drive

Summer's here now we're being burnt alive

Summer's here and we're almost naked

Our tan is deep but no-one knows we've faked it