Summer Song Songtext
von Remy Bond

In the summertime driving up the West Coast
Me and my Valentine, we ain′t got no place to go
Nothing ahead but the open road
Oh

They're in the badlands looking for me
We′re in the city getting high with the freaks
Put the jukebox back on Lou Reed
I'm free

Hey, it's my life
Hold on tight
It′s my life

I, I know what to do
Now that I′ve got a man like you
In the summertime
It can be so cruel
Baby, don't be cruel


I, I know what to do
Now that I′ve got a man like you
In the summertime
It can be so cruel
Baby, don't be cruel

Baby, don′t be cruel
Baby, you're so cool

I need real love
Fucking in the backseat
Real love
Just like Sid and Nancy
Real love
Nothing more than you and me

Six foot angel
Love of my life
I′ma make it out of here dead or alive
I'ma gonna make this boy my wife
I'm free

Hey
It′s my life
Hold on tight
It′s my life


Real love is a dangerous game
But it's one that I wanna play
Real love is a gun to my brain
But I′m drawn like a moth to the flame

In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

I, I know what to do
Now that I've got a man like you
In the summertime
It can be so cruel
Baby, don′t be cruel

Baby, don't be cruel
Baby, you′re so cool

I need real love
Fucking in the backseat
Real love
Just like Sid and Nancy
Real love
Nothing more than you and me

Real love
Fucking in the backseat
Real love
Just like Sid and Nancy
Real love
Nothing more than you and me