Let's get drunk on Saturday
Walk up Primrose Hill until we lose our way
We''ll get sunburned on the grass
Playing silly buggers 'till I make a pass
And you laugh at my face
Chorus:
Unemployed in summertime
I've only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Unemployed in summertime
Don't need money 'cause we're young
I'll just stay awake till the morning
With make up all over my face
Sorry don't get mad at me
I just did the sex quizz from your magazine
You're my best friend in the world
Just like me you don't do anything you're told
Chorus
On a mission for my summer kiss
I close my eyes and wet my lips
But then I miss
And you laugh at my face
Chorus
Unemployed in summertime
I'v only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Writer(s): David Bowie, Emiliana Torrini, Francis Anthony White
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