Well, the clouds in the sky   And your winter clothes are sadly a condition of life   In this land, where the sun is as shy   As long forgotten manners of old      I can't wait for a time   When the summer sun is back up in the sky   We can stay out at night   Forget about the failing light      I wanna walk in the park and smell the freshly cut grass   (Please keep off the grass)   As the summer breeze blows up your skirt, what more can I ask   (I can see your arse)      At last I shed my winter clothes   At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun   At last I met a girl   Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls      While you work on your tan   Traveling from Thailand to Milan   We're in Morris the van   From Bridlington to Camber Sands      You go pick your own fruit and you eat till you end up ill   (We've all had our fill)   We share a tinny or two on top of the hill   (Found my thrill at last)      At last I shed my winter clothes   At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun   At last I met a girl   Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls      Well, the sand in your shoes and your sunburnt toes   May trigger off your summertime blues   Don't be daft, shrug 'em off   'Cause we ain't got a moment to lose      We better hit the arcades   Spend an hour spending our loose change   Give the ghost train a ride   And kiss my future bride not Frankenstein's      We get a lift down the beach with the boys all crammed in the back   (Boys crammed in the back)   There's barely enough room for the ball and a twenty-four pack   (What more could I ask)      At last I shed my winter clothes   At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun   At last I met a girl   Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls      Diamonds and pearls   Diamonds and pearls   Diamonds and pearls