Summer Days

Summer days on holiday
Drunken youths are on the street
Falling out of whisky bars
Making love and crashing cars
Getting into hopeless fights
With crazy girls that just weren't right
This was 1983
The Sun was burning bright for me
So shine on me
My lord, my lord
So shine on me
My lord, my lord
I stumbled on a chance remark
Drinking in a late night club
It must have been in Quadrant Park
Almost got eaten by a thug
But Summer days were sunny days
For dodgy guys with wayward ways
And this was 1993
It was a special time for me
So shine on me
My lord, my lord
So shine on me
My lord, my lord
But then a wind of change blew in
Bed of roses laced with gin
I didn't know what the Hell he meant
Shaking the establishment
Two, zero, oh, dear, me
This guy was off his tree
So shine on me
My lord, my lord
Summer days on holiday
Drunken youths are on the street
Summer days were sunny days
It was a special time for me