Written by Iain Archer/Nina Nesbitt
A It’s like the first sign of sun, G D Since the universe began, A We’re all throwing off our clothes, G D Just to get the perfect tan. A Trying to raise our chances of, G D A wild summer romance, G D Bare feet on the sand, A With you. A See the boys next door, G D On their way to Magaluf. A Matching t shirts they’re school leavers, G D It’s gonna be off the hook. A G D But I just lay under northern sky with you, G D E Until our lips turn from red to white to blue. A Oooo Brit summer, G Oooo Brit summer, D A Oooo Brit summer with you. A Oooo Brit summer, G Oooo Brit summer, D A Oooo Brit summer with you. A It’s the Great British summer, A It’s the Great British summer with you. A Fresh cut grass, one tall glass, G D On a Sunday afternoon, A Sleeping in the sun, G D Turns out lobsters aren’t just food. A Pack your tent and pack your crate, G D And a pair of muddy shoes, G D E I’ll dance in front of the main stage for you. A Oooo Brit summer, G Oooo Brit summer, D A Oooo Brit summer with you. A Oooo Brit summer, G Oooo Brit summer, D A Oooo Brit summer with you. I love Great British summer with you. A G x8 Fm D I’ll be gone, gone, gone by August, A This season is the shortest. Fm D Oh oh oh my heart is drawn in the sand. Fm D I’ll be gone, gone, gone by August, A This season is the shortest. Fm A E And I wouldn’t share this, with anyone else. Oooo Brit summer, Oooo Brit summer, Oooo Brit summer with you. Oooo Brit summer, Oooo Brit summer, Oooo Brit summer with you.