English Summer's

Oh to be in England, now that summer's here
Lazing in the summer sun, doing fuck all but drinking beer
Losing at Tennis, Football, Cricket n Rugby too
A Bank Holiday, spent stuck in a car, chockablock on the M2
Sunburn, hayfever, flying ants, we can't fucking win
Yet when Summer's gone we'll all be complaining
But what the hell is up with Summer, it's so blimmin fickle
One day it's as hot as buggery, the next the rain doth trickle
And yes I know that line was pathetic
But quite frankly I'm too hot to be energetic
Thats pretty much all I've got to say
So with that I bid you all Good Day