It's like the first sign of sun
Since the universe began
We're all throwing off our clothes
Just to get the perfect tan
Trying to raise our chances of
A wild summer romance
Bare feet on the sand
With you

See the boys next door
On their way to Magaluf
Matching T-shirts
They're school leavers
It's gonna be off the hook
But I just wanna lay under
The northern sky with you
Until our lips turn from red to white to blue

Brit summer
Brit summer
Brit summer with you
Brit summer
Brit summer
Brit summer with you

It's the Great British summer
It's the Great British summer with you

Fresh cut grass, one tall glass
On a Sunday afternoon
Sleeping in the sun
Turns out lobsters aren't just food
Pack your tent and pack your crate
And a pair of muddy shoes
I'll dance in front of the main stage for you

Brit summer
Brit summer
Brit summer with you
Brit summer
Brit summer
Brit summer with you

I love the Great British summer with you

I'll be gone, gone, gone by August
This season is the shortest
Oh oh oh my heart is drawn in the sand
I'll be gone, gone, gone by August
This season is the shortest
And I wouldn't share this with anyone else

Brit summer
Brit summer
Brit summer with you
Brit summer
Brit summer
Brit summer with you

It's the Great British summer
I love the Great British summer with you

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Iain Denis Archer, Nina Lindberg Nesbitt