You can bow down, you can bow down Whispering on a cool summer's day, I found
my soul and took it back to her place Skipping over lines on the pavement, writing
rhymes on the bus station People plotting in the grass, you can bawl
in the park You can bruise off the dark, remember we
laughed Laughed till we cried till the morning came
With those girls from Brighton, oh, what were their names?
July July, July, July was a lovely year
It was a lovely year We didn't have a lot of money
But you get me Remember leaving town in a crazy ball of
smoke?
Full tank of petrol but our pockets were broke
Dreaming of beaches Dreaming of women in skimpy bikinis
Travelled to a Costa Del Satin Picture it's in England so it costed us nothing
Wishing on a superstar We wished upon the sun and our wishes went
oh so far Driving in the driving seat, playing James
Brown at four in the morning just so I don't sleep
There the week goes, another week With me and my amigos, amigo
Using grass for the pillow, make us shall we say hello
To all our future summer lovers Last July got a lot of numbers
I'll see you next year when we do another runner
July July, July, July was a lovely year
It was a lovely year We didn't have a lot of money
But you get me Remember leaving town in a crazy ball of smoke?
July July, July, July was a lovely year
