Summer Job - Art Brut

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