In the summer all the hikers hike out for the highest peaks   All the children watch the cricket and they never wash for weeks   In the surbubs young protestors write "Black And White Unite"      They're tearing up the streets   I'm half in love with every girl I meet   The gasman loves the street   He loves to drill   He loves to think about his girl   The sun is melting half the street      In the summer all the workers head out for the sandy beach   Stay together in the weather   Entertainment through your grief   Communities of prejudices travel on the train   The upperclass will have to pass the chance up of a kness-up with the gang   Your record profits will buy you an island      There's a jigsaw with a picture, all the country as a map   Hikers hiking, cyclers cycling, if I go I'm not coming back   I'm all in love with all the girls I meet, the hardcore summer kind   Kitchen porters, budding painters, whiskey touring guides      In the rain all your plans will fade   You'll be left with the jigsaw