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I don't have a job
I never liked them
I just wanna play in the sunshine

They say I was wrong
But I know better
I live my life like I'm dying

Gimme a chance
I'll do my best to kick and scream and dance
When winter comes I'll turn around

Take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don't care
All I know is that I'll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
That is where I'll be

I can't complain
'Cos I'm still breathing
There's nobody breathing down my neck now

Gimme a go
Like an open furnace setting fire to snow
When winter comes I'll ask the crowd

To take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don't care
All I know is that I'll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
That is where I'll be

So let me run
I'll dream until my head weighs 16 tonnes
And when I wake sometime in June
I'll say

Take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don't care
All I know is that I'll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime

Take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don't care
All I know is that I'll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
That is where I'll be

This song was introduced to me by a KL friend who's studying in Adelaide and came to Pasir Gudang for a while. Heard it on the way to work today on the radio. Amazing, how it matches my emotions today... it's drawing nearer to winter... it's getting colder, and i am feeling nostalgic after that long blog about my snail mail buddies... A friend once said, if all you can talk is about the past and not the future, you're growing old. Thirsty Merc is from Sydney.