Belle & Sebastian - I Know Where The Summer Goes lyrics

I know where the summer goes<br>When you're having no fun<br>When you're under the thumb<br>I know where the summer dwells<br>If your underarm smells<br>And your kitchen looks like hell<br><br>I know where the summer goes<br>If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot<br>Put your head down, put your thumbs up girl<br>With the smell of hot desk<br>And the glitter of your step<br>He was right, he's the upcoming guru of the city<br>No one told the city councillors<br><br>I know, you can tell me again<br>I've got my mobile phone<br>Full of silicon chips<br>No one likes a smart arse<br>But I've seen a pattern emerge<br>I will race you up the hill<br>Where the boy who made records out of postcard messages<br>And flowering cherries rain on kids like you<br><br>Look twice at the kid with the crimped<br>And overheated hair<br>They ran a book on his looks<br>Odds on was the noble pose and<br>The denim hard riff of the irish troubadour<br>But the boy came from nowhere to<br>Steal the hearts of lassies in the lavvies of the club tonight