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