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作词 : Martin Newell

作曲 : Martin Newell

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

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

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

In the summer

In the small town where you stay

You're a bluebird

In a broken-down café

For a day

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

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

In the summer

In the small town where you stay

You're a bluebird

In a broken-down café

For a day

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