Summer Of 1997

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