Lyrics The Divine Comedy

The Divine Comedy

The Pop Singer's Fear Of The Pollen Count

Are you ready?

OK, let's do it

1,2,3,4

Woo, ah ha, yeah

Ba ba da ba da ba da ba da

Oh yeah

Laugh at the tears you're crying

Smile while your head explodes

Y'don't have to take this lying down

So blow your nose baby

And just get your fingers clicking

To the rhythm and the rhyme

Otherwise you'll just be kicking around

And that's a crime

How can you talk that way

On such a lovely day?

When sunshine comes your way

It's time to make some hay

I fall for this season every time

When it's hot and everybody smiles

I can't help myself

I'm in love with the summertime

Even when I get hay-fever I find

I may sneeze but I don't really mind

As long as I'm in love with the summertime

Oh stop your belly-aching

We all know what it's like

There ain't a pill I haven't taken I guess

But that's alright baby

'Cause your daddy's car is waiting

To take us to the sea

She feels like celebrating life

And so should we

How can you talk that way

On such a lovely day?

When sunshine comes your way

It's time to make some hay

I fall for this season every time

When it's hot and everybody smiles

I can't help myself

I'm in love with the summertime

Even when I get hay-fever I find

I may sneeze but I don't really mind

As long as I'm in love with the summertime

CLAP YOUR HANDS!