Summer Days

Summer days on holiday

Drunken youths are on the street

Falling out of whisky bars

Making love and crashing cars

Getting into hopeless fights

With crazy girls that just weren't right

This was 1983

The Sun was burning bright for me

So shine on me

My lord, my lord

So shine on me

My lord, my lord

I stumbled on a chance remark

Drinking in a late night club

It must have been in Quadrant Park

Almost got eaten by a thug

But Summer days were sunny days

For dodgy guys with wayward ways

And this was 1993

It was a special time for me

So shine on me

My lord, my lord

So shine on me

My lord, my lord

But then a wind of change blew in

Bed of roses laced with gin

I didn't know what the Hell he meant

Shaking the establishment

Two, zero, oh, dear, me

This guy was off his tree

So shine on me

My lord, my lord

Summer days on holiday

Drunken youths are on the street

Summer days were sunny days

It was a special time for me