Spring sun, divine celestial orb on high

Oh bloody hell, am I sunburnt or what?

That’s typical British, to auto-fry

Soon as the sun comes out, coz diddly squat

Is what we usually get. It’s what we got

Last year, remember? Course you remember

That worst summer, that bummer, with a lot

Of floods and not much else. Hell, some summer.

So tops off lads while ye may, and simmer

Hey, look at those girls… oops! Nearly crashed. (Die

In agony caused by totty, tut tut…)

Of Californian glamour, a glimmer

I need to rest my happy tired eye,

And lie naked in double bed of sweat