Tim and Candy getting sandy   down at the beach but he's a leach   He's all bleached blonde white teeth, nothing wrong   she's got a brain   it's causing her pain      John's with Kim but she likes Tim   she only wants sex but she's with his ex   She wants more, thinks life is a bore the shore's not enough   the guys are too tough      Summer's here the rain has gone away   Summer's here all thinking's gone 'til May      Tim and John swear nothing's going on   It's a god given right on a Saturday night   Two drinks later John becomes a traitor   it's always the same everybody's fair game      Summer's here put the top down and drive   Summer's here now we're being burnt alive      Bleached bland, polluted sand, there's nowhere to go, dull eyes so low   Tim, John, Candy, Kim, let's not pretend, that's it for them   If you dig a little deeper, an hour, 4-litres, the truth does reveal   we cannot conceal   It's written plain and plenty, a face full of envy in all of our   thoughts and all of our hearts      Summer, discontent   Summer's here put the top down and drive   Summer's here now we're being burnt alive   Summer's here and we're almost naked   Our tan is deep but no-one knows we've faked it