Simon Joyner - August (Die She Must) Lyrics

Summer is finally sinking inThe fat men are washing their camarosAnd the kids are in love againWalking with their hands in each other's pocketsAnd the winter salt is in the soilAnd the swimming pool is gorgedKids frying in coconut oilLined up behind the diving boardAnd the sun is beginning to burnSo I’m thinking of you moreIn your famous blue t-shirtThrough the sprinkler and out the doorSummer is sinking in, summer is sinking in