(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)      Double shifts and early starts   I spent the morning hiding in the carpark   Oh yeah, I'm so laissez-faire   Sometimes I'm not even there   If you want me sober and straight   I'm afraid I'm gonna be a little bit late      Get another job   Get another job   Just a summer job   Get another job   Get another job   Just a summer job      Fire me, give me the sack   Bare feet on warm tarmac   Fire me, give me the sack   Warm feet on bare tarmac      Every night and all weekend   Can't remember the last time I saw my friends   Don't think I can take much more of this   In the stockroom, I feel like an anthropologist   I know exactly what to do   There's just one cure for the summertime blues;      Get another job   Get another job   Just a summer job   Get another job   Get another job   Just a summer job      Fire me, give me the sack   Bare feet on warm tarmac   Fire me, give me the sack   Warm feet on bare tarmac      (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)      Get another job   Get another job   Just a summer job   Get another job   Get another job   Just a summer job      Fire me, give me the sack   Bare feet on warm tarmac   Fire me, give me the sack   Bare feet on warm tarmac      I'm just beginning to come alive   So hand me my P45