Текст песни Art Brut - Summer Job

Double shifts and early starts
I spent the morning hiding in the carpark
Oh yeah, I'm so laissez-faire
Sometimes I'm not even there
If you want me sober and straight
I'm afraid I'm gonna be a little bit late

Get another jo
Get another jo
Just a summer jo
Get another jo
Get another jo
Just a summer jo

Fire me, give me the sack
Bare feet on warm tarmac
Fire me, give me the sack
Warm feet on bare tarmac

Every night and all weekend
Can't remember the last time I saw my friends
Don't think I can take much more of this
In the stockroom, I feel like an anthropologist
I know exactly what to do
There's just one cure for the summertime blues;

Get another jo
Get another jo
Just a summer jo
Get another jo
Get another jo
Just a summer jo

Fire me, give me the sack
Bare feet on warm tarmac
Fire me, give me the sack
Warm feet on bare tarmac

(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! )

Get another jo
Get another jo
Just a summer jo
Get another jo
Get another jo
Just a summer jo

Fire me, give me the sack
Bare feet on warm tarmac
Fire me, give me the sack
Bare feet on warm tarmac

I'm just beginning to come alive
So hand me my P45