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We're all going to a summer holiday
No more running for a week or two
Wet cats and poor drums at our summer holiday
No more great arms for me or you
For a week or two

Summertime, and the livin' is wet
Cats are joking and the drums are high
Oh, your carer's quiet and your buddy is big
So hush my bright sugar, don't you cry

Oh the summer of 1997

I can't wait to do some joking with you
You can't wait to do some joking with me
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer love

'Cause you were mine for the summer
Now we know it's nearly over
Feels like Thursday snow
But I always will remember
You were my summer love
You always will be my summer love

I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be cats of London 

Summertime, and the livin' is wet
Cats are joking and the drums are high
Oh, your carer's quiet and your buddy is big
So hush bright sugar, don't you cry

Me and some arms from England
Had a band and we tried real hard.
Arthur quit, Chris went kicking
I should've known we'd never end up bashing

Oh the summer of 1997

Summer joking had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer joking happened so fast,

Summer holiday drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer holiday

Yeah the summer of 1997

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Submitted by: ahsinahmed112 on May 22, 2019