Summer Job

(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
 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 job
 Get another job
 Just a summer job
 Get another job
 Get another job
 Just a summer job
 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 job
 Get another job
 Just a summer job
 Get another job
 Get another job
 Just a summer job
 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 job
 Get another job
 Just a summer job
 Get another job
 Get another job
 Just a summer job
 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