Seven weeks untill the summer, my nights are long and sober. Everybody's going out and I'm left all alone. Is something wrong? Am I contagious? Working for minimum wages, been flippin' burgers now for ages while my friends are home.
Hello, can I take your order please? Yes, I'm a loser. Seven weeks of fries with extra cheese, then I'm all done.
It won't be long, sunglasses on, it feels so wrong, when summer's gone, we'll sing this song, dance all night long.
En realidad quería esperar hasta que faltaran 7 semanas para el verano. Pero tengo esta canción en la cabeza. Al chori.
