And I'm gonna hang around until the summer's dead

Song: Pete and the Pirates - Come to the Bar

Album: One Thousand Pictures (2011)

Label: Stolen Recordings

I'll be sticking around till the season's turning
And I'm gonna hang around until the summer's dead
But you keep following me with the words you left me
Banging around in the rooms inside my head

Hi there Mr blackbird your friends are calling you
So you better fly up high in the cherry tree
But keep one little eye fixed on your girlfriend
Or she will come sit on my window and talk to me

Chorus

Stop everything and think about coming home for a while
It doesn't matter what happened to you, your my crocodile
It doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all, just come bar
Just get back into the rythum of things and come to the bar

1979 and 'Heart of Glass' is playing
And she's got a bird that laughs and talks and sings
And he's got good shoes and he's got sticky fingers
Dancing around until the carpet's wearing thin

Chorus

Just stop everything and think about coming home for a while
It doesn't matter, what happened to you, your my crocodile
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all, just come bar
Just get back to the rythum of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rythum of things and come to the bar
Get back into the rythum of things and come to the bar
Get back into the rythum of things and come to the bar
Get back into the rythum of things and come to the bar

It doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all
It doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all
It doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all
It doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all

Get back to the rythum of things and come to the bar
Get back to the rythum of things and come to the bar
Get back to the rythum of things and come to the bar
Get back to the rythum of things and come to the bar

Get back to the rythum of things and come to the bar
Get back to the rythum of things and come to the bar