Sunny Afternoon
The tax man’s taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can’t sail my yacht,
He’s taken everything I’ve got,
All I’ve got’s this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriend’s run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now I’m sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
‘Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
June 21st, 2006 at 6:24 pm
Dudeman – here’s the audio & video. http://merguezfrites.blogspot.com/
June 21st, 2006 at 7:47 pm
Awesome!
Nothing beats a 60’s black and white lip-synced video. I love the irony of singing about the summertime in the snow; and Dave’s guitar is too cool!
You can tell they’re having fun when Mick Avory does a high-hat cymbal on the snowcovered tree branch- and how about Peter Quaife’s checkered pants… don’t see that anymore. I get the feeling Dave wants to tell Ray “screw this lame ass-song” and rip off some powercords!