Cleaners from Venus
Summer in a Small Town
[Intro]
I'm not going mad, I'm not going mad
I'm not going mad, I'm not going mad
This is the typical day
I'm not living here, honest
I'm a traveling salesman
I'm gonna leave tomorrow, really

[Verse 1]
It's an unimpeachable summer dream
To fall in love with the ice machine
In the corner of the pub across the street
And working spends - if working does
But nowadays it's them or us
Which means that someone has to face the heat

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Hey, hey, hey
Who writes the soundtrack?
Lend us a pound coin
Who writes the play?
It's a loudmouth summer sun
Which tells you good is on the run
And the golden age is not the present one

[Chorus]
In the summer
In the small town where you stay
You're a bluebird
In a broken-down café
For a day
[Verse 2]
Those crazy kids, what will they do?
They're not a bit like me and you
With that crypto-punky-psychobilly beat
Hit
They took your sacred rock and roll
They stripped it down and they left a hole
Then they filled it up with anger from the street

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Mutant beat freaks, hah!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
So far away
A day in the country
Is not on the menu
For anyone you've met today

[Chorus]
In the summer
In the small town where you stay
You're a bluebird
In a broken-down café
For a day

[Instrumental Interlude]
[Outro]
In the summer
In the small town where you stay
You're a bluebird
In a broken-down café
In the summer
In the small town where you stay
You're a bluebird
In a broken-down café
For a day