Het simmer's sinsheen's nar,
Beilin' harns an' saft'nin' tar,
Reed'nin' backs, peelin' snoots,
Brunt saan flees hap-skip an' jimp aboots.
Loats o' sin-crame's thrangly plaister'd oan,
Ye'll luik lik tap dreepin' ice-crame cone.
Dairk tint specs,
Unner shadda o' yer parasol's dweeble hap,
There ye are redd tae oorlichly stap,
Fan het simmer's sinsheen's nar.
Short Piano Interlude before singing,
'Get Ready or Burn Red'
Hot summer's sun's not far,
Boiling brains and soft'ning tar,
Red'ning backs, peeling noses,
Burnt sand flies hop-skip do ring-a-roses.
Lots of sun-cream thickly plastered on,
You are like the top of a dripping ice-cream cone.
Dark tinted specs.
In the shadow of your parasol's feeble cover.
You are prepared to mis'rably suffer.
When hot summer's sunshine's near.
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