Six thirty and the garden’s still hot Your feet are up on the table Somebody left the kitchen door wide Nobody’s getting up to close it The ice has nearly disappeared Strawberries sunk to the bottom There’s cucumber stuck to the side of your glass You’re fishing it out with your finger We said we’d leave an hour ago Then somebody found more ice Make another jug We’re not going in yet The sun’s still on the back wall So nobody’s moving yet Throw the last strawberries in Pimm’s, ice, lemonade Make another jug We’ll sort tomorrow out tomorrow [Your shirt’s been hanging off that chair Since sometime after two There’s half a bowl of crisps gone soft And warm lemonade there too Someone’s telling that story again We let him get the details wrong I haven’t looked at my phone for hours And nobody’s asking what time it is The houses opposite have gone orange Still nobody gets up Make another jug We’re not going in yet The sun’s still on the back wall So nobody’s moving yet Throw the last strawberries in Pimm’s, ice, lemonade Make another jug We’ll sort tomorrow out tomorrow Nothing happened That’s the best part We talked complete rubbish Burnt something on the barbecue Lost the bottle opener twice Put the same song on again Nobody fixed their life Nobody had to Then somebody shouted “Is there any Pimm’s left?” Make another jug We’re not going in yet The sun’s gone from the back wall But nobody’s moving yet Throw whatever’s left in Mint, cucumber, lemonade Make another jug We’ll sort tomorrow out tomorrow Make another jug Yeah, one more before we go Make another jug We’ll sort tomorrow out tomorrow _______________________ Lyrics and Sound Production by Mickey Wilder. © All rights reserved.
